(no subject)
wrapped up,
loosing the perception
poor even as it is,
in these darkened times.
as the shroud clings to the lamp posts,
dangling down like drapes along the lights edge
as if to say
that fog shall reign here now
and light shall be blanketed out
and none shall be seen the same way again.
when i look out toward that field
i've always known what was there,
but now that i can't see it
is there something else beyond?
now that we have no perception
is something else brewing
behind the shadows?
the dulled glow of all these lights
and the holes in the sight
my loss of clerity
we're slipping
disappearing
away.
so i walk through the shroud
the cold damp that is the truth of it.
do you wonder what i find on the other side?
so do i.
loosing the perception
poor even as it is,
in these darkened times.
as the shroud clings to the lamp posts,
dangling down like drapes along the lights edge
as if to say
that fog shall reign here now
and light shall be blanketed out
and none shall be seen the same way again.
when i look out toward that field
i've always known what was there,
but now that i can't see it
is there something else beyond?
now that we have no perception
is something else brewing
behind the shadows?
the dulled glow of all these lights
and the holes in the sight
my loss of clerity
we're slipping
disappearing
away.
so i walk through the shroud
the cold damp that is the truth of it.
do you wonder what i find on the other side?
so do i.