Gog
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 29, 2006
- Messages
- 380
This is something I wrote a while ago (around last spring).
Being whole
is like having your soul lost to the God of the world.
Being human
is like being at the end of a tail
of a dragon too hard to describe.
An open book, at long last revealed
the secrets of the empty air
and the quiet screams of the dead.
I am coming
to a final conclusion:
All is divided
between something and something else
in the open mouth of the father lizard
His teeth clamped.
Being whole
is like having your soul lost to the God of the world.
Being human
is like being at the end of a tail
of a dragon too hard to describe.
An open book, at long last revealed
the secrets of the empty air
and the quiet screams of the dead.
I am coming
to a final conclusion:
All is divided
between something and something else
in the open mouth of the father lizard
His teeth clamped.
