Surround

Brown black centipedes crawl from within the white washed walls Their shadows, creeping and quick, are cast througout the halls Echoing thoughts bring a crashing sound to my ears, clattering Music buried deep evokes what my mind hears, shattering Rumpled white sky drifts like a melting glacier, carved flat Or floats like a whiffle ball hit by this Summer game's yellow bat Like this golden silver streak that now threads the monet-like sky Emerging fire I behold with my stupored, half-shut eyes The breeze tickles my doughy molded face with the stinging red roses After a day journeying inward, my shelled body reposes Encased like a cracked but unbroken nut, fading after the sun has ripened And this hummus colored sun, now amber rose as it sinks, spreads the horizon And the surrounding land, its bumpy rough edges and valleys, is slowly widening