Friday, August 15, 2008

grasping. 3rd Installment


I write better in the dark;
my pen unrestrained
by staunch lines and perfect spacing;
Much like how I live my life;
Swirling and twirling in the depths
of the unknown,
Comforted by the silky
obsidian reflections,
nurtured by the deep flesh
of the void fruit;
Many a day have I wasted
productive in the sunlight,
when all my hearts desires
are of the warmth of night's cloak.

1 comment:

sher said...

intense --- words that cut right through.