poetry corner with robreign

Oct 24, 2004 00:26

It's really more of a freewriting exercise.

Can you see the lights within the skyline? The mirror images shift in a vitriolic interplay of its inhabitants. Its surface shifts with the passage of time and the peaks upon its temporary mountains change their form, disappear and reappear again. The current never faulters with the sea of spires teaming with life. The mass is a viscous, shapeless culmination of cosmic bindings findings its way around itself. The glass reef crumbles under the current of the migrating particles bound to the forces of gravity and friction. Then the particles separate. They part one another in a vapor of time. Perhaps I shall find you again in the abyssal of temporal ineluctability. Perhaps, in the sea of brownstone and glass, we can find each other again. But life offers no such certainty, and time may see our end in separation. But we will always have the bridge; the gothic arches bound within the steel webbings of industrial splendor, the warmth of the August sun through the orange haze of that Sunday morning. As I gaze sleepily upon the river between me and the island, I see the spires ascending from the granite mass. I dream. I dream of a road of planks, and the water beneath. I can see the arches but I can never approach them. The spires are but a silhoutette upon the orange horizon, and all I can see is you.

I'm not sure where I was going with this. I guess it's just good exercise to keep up in my expository writing class. Damn I'm up so late so often this is bound to shave a few years off the ol' lifespan. I'm gonna be so wasted at work tomorrow. Oh well. I wish I didn't have to toil on ye Sabbath, for shame.
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