Explanations.

 I'm coming to the surface, but it doesn't feel like breaking. There's light that

reaches me, but, in the center of the ocean, with the deep end calling, and shallow
always pushing...

Eager to see the face of fear, plummeting up from below I don't see the missile.
Spirals up to the point of seeing, a point fixed on the tears of a family strung up in
trees.

I'm running to the edge, but no one seems to follow. With collapse seemingly
inevitable, standing with my back to the decent, always looking up, with white
noise streaming in.

Ready for the reason of being, facing the earth that rush senses. The grounds
breaking as I fall through, through a hole that was crafted by evil. A hole that has
no limits other than itself.

Back to the times where people halted, could we compliment others like time
compliments life? Is there carpet on the mold that hides the world's inner concrete
lies?

Peeling off the wall in mid December, the collections of summer. Torn limb by
limb the people bathe in what is his blood, the blood of his mixture between lovely
hatred and hated love.

Type A confusion slips between my fingers, my place in this puzzle is ever farther.
Heaping piles of sand trickle near my feet, sinking to the one place, the one place
nearer ground.

Temples with emperors, Castles with kings, where is the lie now? Who holds the
world in the palm of their hand with strands of red yarn playing chess on the fields
marked by signs of emotion?

Reviews

[R. L. Ambar]

Good choice of words, sparked an interest in me.

#_#

Rocher

[by S.D.]

Very interesting. It has good perspective and your choice of words is lovely
:D