Week 5
THE TURMOIL
in my head, their circles round
thoughts never quite touching ground
and if i take time, up and down
all around.
a picture could be formed
i dreampt last night
of god, she was a teenage girl. small and frightend
i wanted her attention, yet i couldnt speak the hebrew to gain it
the only word i knew was god's name
ELOHIM
upon speaking it, her eyes wided and i saw the anger, and the feroscity
and the spinning globe, 3 storeys high that i had noticed on the hill, fired a ray of light, and infront of my friends
i was obliterated
i cried agian
ELOHIIM ELOHIM ELOHIM
her rage furthered
and i saw a roof of eyes... the eyes of the dead, where they still view the world they have left
and my eyes were destroyed too
i became nothing but a spirit, floating in a black void, hearing the echos of the world i once left
in my head, their circles round
thoughts never quite touching ground