Forever Siege

Jan 24, 2009 04:06

This room smells of empty self
And polished glass.
Despite the blank tale told by my window
The silence never arrives
Instead I am treated to a pecking,
A grinding gnaw that ticks inwardly.
This delight due to a fevered manner
And a tireless neuron army
With no common enemy they fold upon each other
Forming a Rorschach without sleep
An opponent worthy of forty winks
And gracious affection is absent.
My troops to puzzle her nature instead,
Scheming tactics of invasion
A colonization of foreign bodies
Of land and valleys alive with cheerful response
A forever siege is sought for
To welcome a champion challenger
Who can swing peace
And slice through calm dream
That will bleed steady breath
And satiated sighs.
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