Tuesday, February 2, 2010

paul

A Grasp



That rock that seemed so near

Has fallen so far

Thrusting away

I held it high

Once,

Now I cry and cry

Buried visions

Left for dead

Lost underneath a city

I see the waves

Sparkling

The hills paved with

Amity, seem so cruel

Walls so high beyond the alley

Closing on me

I see

Darkness

And the fields

Seem so surreal

In my dreams

I smudged my face

With earth and soil

For that land

But still the rock

Underneath lies

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