A Blindingly Different World
What restless times we adhere to.
Yet for the moments well spent we emerge victorious.
Insane thoughts ramble and flow like a mighty river.
Water fall of incognizant and incoherent whispers.
To bring the ear hither closer to the ground.
Elaboration on a grand scale. Timelessly passing by.
Changed in its present state...
sure to burst on its own free will.
Yet to hamper back into it's fragile shell.
Escaped yet still remorseful not.
The hunter is seeked by the game.
The table turns upside down yet no one notices.
Is it only I.
Maybe just maybe as my heart drops to the sky.
Copyright © Kenneth Tabor | Year Posted 2006
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