Sunday, August 24, 2014

Ponder Assunder

The mind, restless and infinite,
Screaming and silent.
Waiting for the doors to be unlocked,
Waiting for surrender.

Fire burns, Water cools
Within the vessel of flesh and blood
Earth shakes, Air soothes
Asleep half the age, awake for none.

Let me let go,
Let me release my hold.
On the material reality, of insanity
From a sun that's too cold.

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