Feb 09, 2007 00:52
Caught in the middle of a storm.
What is believed to be sturdy granite
Turns out to be a crumbling sandstone.
The eye can not pierce the thick carapace that surrounds this larval mind
The metamorphic cerebellum contorts and transforms within
Thoughts, dreams, calculations
All is contained
Kept silent
Emotion
None to be seen
None to be heard
Not before being carefully thought out
The storm rages on
Winds whipping away at what appears to be stone.
It is not until the underdeveloped is forcibly brought to light
That a brand new creature is born
and dies the same day.
Caught in the middle of a storm.