Thursday, December 10, 2009

Five.

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This alien land
Rushes off with the wind
Like pages flying away.

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Dusty, grubby hands
Flies on the food
The noise of highway trucks.

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We made love on the
Tallest building in the skyline
In the dark.

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The dirt grinds to dust
The flesh and metal spikes
Of man's collective mind.

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A white reality
Closed eyes
A breathing cerebrum.

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3 comments:

  1. are they connected in any way? It's brilliant btw.

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  2. It's actually upto you how you see it, but I guess these things are snatches of the life of a person's soul, and of the journey within and between lives.

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