Games

it burst from my head. not sure about it.

stretching the tendons

i'm toeing the cracks

distilling your image

i must keep it pure.

 

insects are gathering

shuffling towards twilight,

the clocks have changed

i don't trust them anymore.

 

snowing in sunlight

hot in my skin.

the pale light, it's darkening.

stop burning, come in.

Reviews

[Tony]

Me neither, but I'll add it to my library, just the same....
....hmmm...it's like, none of these things belong together, but yet are stacked in such a fashion as to make me look at them....
I'm pretty sure this is a really good poem.

[celyn]

I'm glad it burst from your head, if it appeared any other way it might not be as good.

[celyn]

This is beautiful..