Mar 17, 2009 09:10
Deleterious patterns of cognition threaten
to submerge me into severest insanity.
Should the raspberry fear the glockenspiel?
Fear its resonating waves causing drip drop
motions on its drupes,
Do its tender leaves have such wisdom as to face the unknown?
The raspberry is but a raspberry.
It shall embrace the unsettling vibrations.
It shall not fear the breaking of the dawn.