Dim Lit EyesA Poem by V. P. TrujilloPassing tracks.Dim Lit Eyes With lights in her eyes, with wings as her prize, she
floats to the sky in the hole, the hole in the sky. Keep on going and going, wording on walls for miles. I don’t want myself either. Inside this hole she finds her turning bad. Not wanting more shame she turns back. I can’t blame you for finding in me, sin. For all I
know, I know so little and less of my within, so let’s say I am a monster,
strait from outside your head. My thoughts pulsate as this ride of mine speeds by, if all
was as I wished. My wish was but to cry, to you. © 2014 V. P. TrujilloAuthor's Note |
StatsAuthorV. P. TrujilloSan Jose, CAAboutfree photo web hosting "We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions. The Buddhist .. more..Writing
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