Robdob
Bluelighter
The world is beside me.
A silhouette suspended in time,
I am sweating profusely. The white hot
blood seeps out of my every pour. Where a blanket indulges in the passion,
the thread suffocates my heart. My body
is carried high above, where I grimace downwards
towards the purple that has overtaken me.
My mind becomes clear...
Twenty years it has taken me. I have arrived despite having been lost admist confusion of endless possibilities. I fathomed nothing about the existance of this path.
What we discover now,
will soon be trivial,
but never obsolete.
Always spin inward,
never lose rythym.
Let our feet follow each other,
a perfect lead.
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What is it you see?
this ink dripping down a tree.
Is it just words,
or is it part of me?
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 16 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 16 August 2001).]
A silhouette suspended in time,
I am sweating profusely. The white hot
blood seeps out of my every pour. Where a blanket indulges in the passion,
the thread suffocates my heart. My body
is carried high above, where I grimace downwards
towards the purple that has overtaken me.
My mind becomes clear...
Twenty years it has taken me. I have arrived despite having been lost admist confusion of endless possibilities. I fathomed nothing about the existance of this path.
What we discover now,
will soon be trivial,
but never obsolete.
Always spin inward,
never lose rythym.
Let our feet follow each other,
a perfect lead.
------------------
What is it you see?
this ink dripping down a tree.
Is it just words,
or is it part of me?
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 16 August 2001).]
[This message has been edited by Robdob (edited 16 August 2001).]
