Somewhere perfection lies in the glitch
Just not to be found at the minute
I think they're all slightly out of sorts
I think they're all fallen prey to the fossa
In the Wild –
Breath in tired gasps – claws in my stomach clasp
Memories buried in the mind – the remnants last
Report the error – but to whom – in what capacity
I'd rather just lie motionless in this warm simplicity
Bathed in three sixty degrees, faced with insecurity –
Beyond the truth, more lies –
We belong beyond these confines
Ropes of reality – break free
Don't think, just speak
Address the faces in the dark
Speak in tongues – din and spark
Hear the collective sound
And drown out the lonely howl.
ESTÁ A LER
Ravings
PoetryWe don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry, because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion... And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits, necessary to susta...
