The bay of noneA Poem by TrivénRead and wonderBe that as it may Where am I? Living in a dream Where did you go? That was that now where to? The title of blackness darkness Question is where from? Visions of fractions separated apart Why is it waiting? Fluid motion towards nothing. Vastness alike Here is home Space dripping from below How come? Now it's your turn to stay Waiting time is over Below freezing nothing's solid only questions that float arise. Final touch is like a feather Final kiss is like a stone Final sight is the end of the end While the final thought is never to begin.
© 2013 TrivénAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthor
|