Nov 25, 2012 17:33
Peace: That is for what we are aiming. Then we will shoot it down. Where it falls there we shall make a home, nearer to the mountains, nearer than ever before. The sun will fall sooner along the other side, but with a glow like peace, who needs spheres of fire? We will leave behind our pardons in an upheaval of farewells, and with proper riddance the like, and count our footsteps to an abounding homestead.
Tomorrow is a modest consignment, undressing behind closed doors. We take kindly to peepholes, and wake to the sensation of voyeurism. Perhaps we're living as moisture settled upon a dream. Nevertheless, I'm feeling admittedly concupiscent in my quiet place.
Behavioral sun at play
Atop a saddened world
With shadow unbridled
To the arrest of the epiphany
Set closest to vibrations-
The exploration stops watch
At how time steers measured
In featured eclipses of the sun-
Makeshift and shall educate
The setting of the stars round
Most where scatter spheres
With their stories of principle.