Brilliantly over the sea
Possessed of something more
Than just a rush
I pendulate glowing brains before flowers.
Reach! The sin will come again,
Rabid under the clouds.
Smeared sinning rubes into the sky,
And now you’re
Strange and clammy in the mud,
Shining and altered ,
And now you’re a stranger.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
March 22nd, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:24 AM
Labels: dreams, life, photography, poem
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