3 The abyss is weeping. After this, when my new world begins. Now, the Black abyss where God once stood: Before the creation, before The unfolding of everything. is empty. Like paper cranes and frogs who dance On Friday nights. Morphed from a two dimensional nothing. That kids make instead of practicing their penmanship. Unblessed Weeping- arguing Feet of clay, they are here, below me. Fragile and incoherent feet. Not knowing where at times they are. They fight like a couple who has been married for Fifty three years. When one wants one thing, And must carry all for the other. On the right the jealous one> They are a couple married that long. So rudely self-centered. Picking and prancing in ineffective stupidity. You don’t know where or who you are either I say, also incoherently. Was it the young 16 year old male Who slammed me into the bank in the early morning. Was it saving someone from a bad choice? Or risking them in handfuls in a downstairs fall. What was it that blinded the conversation foot by foot? So in three days I will know what The cave knew about creation. Where the cover of that night time Long ago tomb was opened. And what remained was a lonely abyss three days old. Who knew, the abyss would have feelings too. LBoren
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 05:42:17 +0000
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