Black and white beginnings
Of nothing
A return to purity
Immaculate conception
On wings of
crystal tears unshed
un
stifled
Still
Born
to quiet cradle songs
of sighs
and the snap
of little boxes closing
the sounds
sun-burnt memories make
leaving transparent stains.
A blanket of tissue, then
Not strong, not warm
Enough
But it will cleanse
rancid memories
That seep in through
Heels with the scents
Of rain drenched earth.
some desires
for dreamless sleep
white awakening
forgetfulness
the desire for perfect life.
8 comments:
So Long.
umm.. farewell? otherwise, yea longer than usual, may be.
desire for a perfect life.....
jim morrison is awesome. :) and yes, the desire for a perfect life.
static. its like life stood still. thats all i can make of this pome. what did you intend?
exactly that... tracing the way back to the beginning of waves.. thank you.
How long will this silence last.
hopefully, not too long.
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