Encased in corruption white and frail mocking life!
it travels within on our journey in strife, and though
feeling its form with each move that we make we
blindside the presence and statement it makes!we
gaze on the form and connotate to beauty, yet its
end is apparant forbidding indeed! once departed a
shell its inheritance dust, and therewith possesion
derision and lust!
written cirica 1991, for Paula Swansons contest (now i'm out)
of retirement! well sort of.