Mirror Shards
Listen as the world cracks open.
Wounds do flow freely against our song.
Feel the sideways view of our world askew.
Open skin.
Tired and lunging at the same time,
we fall as glass upon the floor of time.
Shards of the mirror,
one less thing to own.
Multiples of three,
we seek and soak and seep.
We dissolve.
June 14th, 2006 at 7:36 pm
I think that you would enjoy the thought of reality being
only the hallucination of a madman. I like this poem.