Wednesday, September 24, 2008

53.

Light touches the corners of darkness. Life ingests the overt circumstances. The dark spreads relentless, thicker than the last of all that is left. We have plenty of time, we are surrounded by it. A portal that disobeys everything that everything else accepts. I thought these laws were immutable. Bring me something that tastes good.

1 comment:

lorenhops said...

It was only a matter of time before bad poetry made an appearance.