The box of eternal time is being raised-
Whaling cries, piercing nauseating screams
Churn my stomach and shiver my skin
The box contains a dream- in theory
And a man- in flesh
The convulsing heightens
A soul breaks boundaries when love is involved
Breaths shortened and now choking on tears
Drowning in ones inner-ocean
The box climbs into its final rest
Embracing its long stay- unknown to its location
But knowledgeable of the energy present
Dreadful octaves burst and set flame
Igniting and engulfing-
Regurgitating every ounce of love
Now empty, drained, absent in mind
The chant continues but no one is longer there
A nation of souls vanished that day
My food is placed in front of me-
Snaking noodles covered in green earth and heavy black sauce
The tv is turned off- business resumes.
Life pushes on
What has been affected now lies beneath the earth’s dense exterior
My meal resembles today’s event
A man buried beneath earth’s green pastures
Mourned by a swarm of black souls from above
5/29/2009
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