Tuesday, August 22, 2006
It’s all the samer
There’s no one here,
no one else is left
they’ve all gone to
the bottom of the sea
The watery grave
makes for a peaceless rest
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
Your stand down
smacked of the nobler
but tasted of the bitterer
Your bid to be supremer
loosed their shackles
but left them
deserted on the tank
Yet here you are
on parched land
yet also
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
no one else is left
they’ve all gone to
the bottom of the sea
The watery grave
makes for a peaceless rest
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
Your stand down
smacked of the nobler
but tasted of the bitterer
Your bid to be supremer
loosed their shackles
but left them
deserted on the tank
Yet here you are
on parched land
yet also
always in motion
under the swells
undulating
drifting
# posted by kachen : 10:22 AM
