Monday, October 10, 2005

Awake

The world sleeps beneath
We tremble on the outside
Temporary critters blighting time
Destroying ourselves and affecting others with it
Extended solos of
Wondering what has brought a fate
Rippling with despair
Grappling to wrestle the striving
Holding onto the ability to put something
Where does nothing hide?

It dreams under the facile exterior
Plum-colored diptheria on its surface
Devouring ideals of thoughts on a platter
Empty, without a meaning outside relative standing
The sand keeps striving
To soften the rock face
Covering the sea and its bed of dread
Kelp helps in motions
Sushi is the rage, an ambrosia from the ocean

Ink splatters dead tree pages
What happened to the poet mages
Lifting their rimes ancient and refined
Assuaging the pain felt by others who
In their blank stares
Have no proper voice

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