9 May 2008

The Gods enlarged

I had a drink in the square of time
careful assassinations flew away like startled birds
...your heart is weaker now in lines of three.

:::

electricity stains your shirt
the cosmic balance of everything as white
downloaded into this.

:::

the world doubles
thrown off it's axis by seismic activities,
that was seconds ago.

We react like having lost the grip of your sister's hand
in a crowd. We remember the texture, the scent, the pressure.
It is emulated every three seconds.
It is not her.

The awakening.

::::

The clouds would describe you as curious
The winter forgiving
Yesterday says you are not forgotten

:::

All pockets of folded space into corners
with initiatory rights. The crush.
Sounds of blue expressed vacantly
each day attacks infinity.
As steps suppose.

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There's friction on the scale
A labyrinth mirrored
your trespasses enclosed in grey
to seperate the iron in your pulse.

2 comments:

fissuresofmen said...

The clouds would describe you as curious
The winter forgiving
Yesterday says you are not forgotten

:::

All pockets of folded space into corners
with initiatory rights. The crush.
Sounds of blue expressed vacantly
each day attacks infinity.
As steps suppose.


L>O>V>E>L>Y

TICTAC said...

i love the idea of this surrealistic imagery

a drink in the square of time
or
electricity stains your shirt
or
Sounds of blue expressed vacantly
each day attacks infinity (so true!)

to draw reality from..