(no subject)

Mar 06, 2005 00:26

The cinders fell to the concrete earth - on
the vast planar realms of industrialization.
Sparkling dust floated in the atmosphere above
like zodiackyl light frozen on the horizon

The windows all blown out
The buildings where people once lamented
the work that their perception of life
saw necessary for survival

The cosmic rips of time swelled
and for a few moments on the ourskirts
the day stood still
and mortality prevailed
Previous post Next post
Up