Dear *Truly Ninja* and why not...

when i gaze ahead
my foresight gets exhausted
my vocals unwilling
my limbs paralized
and then i let my awareness
marvel at our postponable offspring...

our tenuous bodies
arranged in comfortable universes
dislike interference
but are reliable for now....

constricted by relationships,
confined by their motionless,
offended by reasoning
becoming devoid and pallid
proper for all,
obsolete in their own space...

-a heart full of thanks for your time-

the cold, the noise i need it so...
Last edited by Clashing at Sep 13, 2007,

Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
I did this after reading your review of groverman´s poem.
I was hoping for a better review for my piece :|
the cold, the noise i need it so...