As water falls
so these posts will come
to edit
to educate
to depend on others
A banner of honor
a voice midst the fall
of us all calling
sounding like someone
Blat in bleached colored sun
the eddy in chorus
for noone
fear nothing but all you are
do you avoid the hills
the ants so time consumingly make?
Does your very breath sometimes
feel it awakens dragons
to warm the shiver
and burn the world
to cure the duldrum
and sublimate the mundane?
In breath
It's time to sing
Can you hear
the white noise of the fallen echoes
like snow on the screen?
What can you make out
Children?
Saturday, August 22, 2009
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