The Other World
You'll walk
and you will see
what remains
of your destiny
unreal sights
and sounds of the
other world
have penetrated
the walls of
your exsistence
a thin grey smoke
is rising
from the ground
you'll ask and
you'll ask again
what the fates
have in store for you
but you may not be asking
the right questions
the other wordl
has its own
rules
where the fates,
the Muse and the
avenging Eumenides
play by
their own rules
light poring
down from the sky
signals another day
hold on, brothers, hold on
to the chariot
which pulls your hopes
open your eyes and view the day
Later on, you may not
get the chance
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2008
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