echoes of stones
(for p)do you ever wish
you could reach out and touch someone
lay your fingers on their face
as if to say
i know you are alone in there
i feel the same?
do you ever feel a chasm
a prison?
i do.
but what am i
echoes of stones
thrown down a well
unreal
still i feel.
do you ever feel you are spinning
slowly
your own planet
lost in a universe
just above zero
never a home?
i can hear a river
slow and steady
i do not know
which sea it fills
i can hear rain
creating our oceans
i do not know
which drop is me.
DR
posted by Dr Zen @ 9:16 am
3 Comments:
never a home?
Home wasn't built in a day.
I am not sure that the task of building a universe is one that I'm up to, but your confidence in me is quite touching.
i'm just trying to get into your pants.
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