Thursday, May 6, 2010

Not that this all makes sense, its just written

ME?


Wait, a movement, check

Into the unknown docks, of your mind

Peaking through is a shot of solid rock with

Crumbling edges that fall between

Hands, little fingers which only hold, strength keeps up

A piece of your own body, breathing


Games watched over by a power, our own heart

Pumps in continuous shakes, each shake

Another second gone, into a sinking

Lapse, in time? What time? This time

We see true potential, your own child

Thriving from unexpected, shattering marriage


Grow, up in here, there is no oxygen

Hold in each chance, it wants to escape

Exploding by, with you, standing, in

Front we can all witness, now

Every still fragment, walking in line

Each showing a life run out, lived by what

We have given in, into the world who made


Us, us without another consideration to whom

This all could belong to, even if it is suppose

To belong, for in so much vast, there is me

Who does? Who is? Who lives?

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