Burning subtly,
choking up temples,
stripping down monuments.
Smells like warm bodies,
sand dragged in from the lake,
consciences dirty, dirty, dirty.
And look how high we are now.
Will the future be so indifferent to me,
when I kiss its feet and claim innocence?
Stunning.
ReplyDeleteYou are wonderful.
Thanks, for stumbling across this blog, and more thanks for commenting.
ReplyDeleteFunny though, this thing's kinda rough... heh.
Lol, a friend told me to check it out :)
ReplyDeleteShe thinks you're great, too!
Lol, if that's rough, I'd love to see a polished one.
"Pieces That Sparkle", right side of the page.
ReplyDeleteThere you go. :]