Elephant Beard (Revisited)

Oh.. the night, the empty night.

Thunderous desire and jagged striped soul.

Forever that faulters in this cold

autmn night.

The sky swirls again and again like

circle of 3feet enlightened chaos.

The dark and wet tunnel there I lay,

and the same old man that wakes me up

every night.

As I move my weight of this dark blue dawn,

I fall under the same cathedral ready to ease my tower of ego.

My head rests under the same cold cut out stone,

and I dream of purple elephants.

Yet an unknown animal,

and a boy that disgraces it with white flap of bluf.

And she was always with me.

She was always with me all this time.

The joy, the utterness, the pain of it all.

She was always around me like a thin hazy cloud

or white ghost of destined island.

My palms are together and my knees are down

once again.

As a small jagged colored cat whispers silently

it moves to regret.

 

Now she tells me again

 

with solid stolen color,

 

"What other freedom did you lack?"

"What other freedom did you lack?"

and

 

"what other freedom did you lack?"

 

The final bell rings,

and the crack of dawn hidden halfway and a black

bird ready to fly once again for the edge of a day.