Surreal. Seattle, going away in life. Crystal semi phosphorous. Forensic. Natural, telepathy. Congruent shades of wisdom. Asymptotic symptoms. A virus, addiction forewarned. Created into nothing. How diplomatic. Tactful beyond reason. Green tree frogs leaping in despair through a holographic universe. Intuition of woolly mammoths. Recite the poems. Tongue twisted. A metaphor until dark. Hopefulness closing into reality. Reduce reality to probability. Too little, too long. Too big, and too wrong. Rationalize into a shallow meaning.
Month: July 2013
The Box
The only gift
I know
A container
for your soul
careful
a box
to conceal
opened
reveals
evidence
all that could be
that would be
an empty place
a waiting space
Carve your pick
from memory
grasp the key
to forgotten locks
willfully drink
poison
or plenitude
choice
the final answer
in the box