Framed in a square.

I had a dream about circles and squares, the circles kept eating the squares.

The spirit in the sky can find me.
In a square house on a hill,
where I'll be blowing smoke circles
to ease my heated chill.

The snow springs in time
to find causes in thawing,
define lines to decieve
what its really revealing.

The spirit in the air is around
framed in a square I am
crosslegged naked and bare
A child I am in reflection.

The panes of glass amassed decision
while my temperal tone is misplaced.
On the mantel again, I am
thawing indecision to move or be erased.

The circles eat the squares,
in streaming lights
encompassed spite,
by then a blinding wince,
to remove my veiny eyes.
Now I can never hide.

The circles at the squares,
the houses ate the people.

Reviews

[Mind Racer]

I am speechless. I loved it, it just flowed so well, and the ending was amazing. I wish I could create such great writing!