Ni Edistuo Eht Morf Gnikniht
For how do I think?
An orphan found on a blood red water trail
A whale in sand gasping for air
Please hush
We’re “creating”
Websters lost cousin left stranded to fend for itself
amongst a clutter of transparency
Sprinkled seed sprout
behoof yourself upon skin graphs
Fresh off the nebula assembly line
pin drops of nods, smiles and laughs
My oh my I think we’ve struck equilibrium
I ponder that we’ve finally reached an elaborate accident
Shadows lose what little light they have left when the form
moved into its liquid
home for now
Occupy oblivion
suck in air
live your life like you were just off the assembly line
suck in air
emancipate spinal connection
Copyright © Martin Graham | Year Posted 2010
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