Across the sea it's dark above the quiet air.
It takes my name aloud and there is no end,
all the things that stop crying and dry up
don't know the key: fire full of pain
and endless fear sets free my mind.
Clear sight hurt space,
a lonely speck of dust magnificent.
And there is no end to crying.
Dry endless fire full of endless fear
sets free endless worlds of pain.
Don't open your eyes.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 479
Worlds on Fire
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.