15-6-07
The fiery crash.
My Hieroglyphic allegory.
I reached up and grabbed the moon
covered in craters and symbols
I threw it down
and it smashed.
Floating embers wavering in the air
My powers of perception
are better than your powers of ignorance.
Do you think your liquefying glare
Is enough to strip all innocence?
There is no menace in my resistance.
Only wonder in a faraway stare.
I’m probably just musing on happenstance.
That brought me here now where
There is only hope, travels and chance.
I played with the wiring of life, until I coaxed a flash
a fiery spark jumping up at me,
wresting defiance, understanding and complicity.
We’re all fragile & innocent.
And it smashes too soon.
The fiery crash.
My Hieroglyphic allegory.
I reached up and grabbed the moon
covered in craters and symbols
I threw it down
and it smashed.
Floating embers wavering in the air
My powers of perception
are better than your powers of ignorance.
Do you think your liquefying glare
Is enough to strip all innocence?
There is no menace in my resistance.
Only wonder in a faraway stare.
I’m probably just musing on happenstance.
That brought me here now where
There is only hope, travels and chance.
I played with the wiring of life, until I coaxed a flash
a fiery spark jumping up at me,
wresting defiance, understanding and complicity.
We’re all fragile & innocent.
And it smashes too soon.
