29 Jul 2006

doom came in a steady voice
thunder stood in its boots and lost its place in the scheme of things
the rain stopped out of shock
day and night scrambled over each other, making excuses to leave
work stopped on the twilight
dawn peeked out of the mountains, whistling as if past a graveyard
what was said cannot be said
what was meant we could not fathom anything could ever mean
not again, once to happen, all
not to be believed, what was before our very eyes, seven skies falling
darkness spilled like blood
we were naked before the whole of creation, the eyes of all knowing
the voice, saying simple things
you, i know; and you i do not; heaven and earth fled from that face

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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