Tuesday, August 13, 2013

your soul the universe
is not dead
without doubt
shamed, defaced
whitened, painted
yet all awaits

a communion of saints

and you seek change
a tool technology was only
to master the rock

now the rock invites

and you shifting shade
in nine moons
ranged the fauna
but where do tools lead now
past life per se life

grow the soul
cut the angles
to meet every symbol
with whatever are
ego and whatnot