Post by Poeticsiren on Oct 28, 2001 11:01:57 GMT -5
A Salvation's sliver
In a furtive leaf
A promise of seasons turning
To heal this hampering grief
Medullary blasphemies
Quieted in unrestful sleep
Piercing pains of formulated frenetics
Isis' hand brushes my cheek
Systematic nonsense
In a mismatched certainty
A break incision complex
In a skyward way threatening
Wrapped in limp promises
I pray in a monetary monestary
Remaining circling while standing
Indiginously I am cocooning
first of my return from the 'blocked' land of emptiness where I have been wandering aimlessly for about 7 months now...what a relief to write again. I know this: out of all that I accomplish in life, it will be my poems that I wish to be burried with.
L.
In a furtive leaf
A promise of seasons turning
To heal this hampering grief
Medullary blasphemies
Quieted in unrestful sleep
Piercing pains of formulated frenetics
Isis' hand brushes my cheek
Systematic nonsense
In a mismatched certainty
A break incision complex
In a skyward way threatening
Wrapped in limp promises
I pray in a monetary monestary
Remaining circling while standing
Indiginously I am cocooning
first of my return from the 'blocked' land of emptiness where I have been wandering aimlessly for about 7 months now...what a relief to write again. I know this: out of all that I accomplish in life, it will be my poems that I wish to be burried with.L.
