Friday, April 3, 2009

Purposed

The awakened universe: the Sun

The eye, the Earth an eyelid stretched over

To boast about the light. It's back again,

that glittering glaze, intricately bound

With colored intent, freckled throbs are felt.

Its elements are vast, yet not true till

The eye takes off its coat. Here I am

Again, on this mountain, the peak that

Balances on a single thread, yet strong.

When I fall, it's fast and hard, tumbling

Twirling. Though tombs roll over me, press

Me to the floor, I see rocks and feel pebbles.

I will get up again, with my broken

Limbs, and feel no pain. Hope, my token.

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