Cellophane pearls
Wrap the sidewalk
Tall in fallen worlds.
Concrete gasps
Grip at a swinging
Pendulums pass.
The sands of us
Bound by blood.
Each droplet expired
To become one
Of piece in attire.
The earth draped
In our brittle fingers;
Blistering gaze
Kisses the king's
Last clean palm,
Upon its shattering.
Our masterpiece,
Dropped to the sky.
Fallen from the eye
Of Satan to street.
The earth cries
From the bowels
Of porcelain smiles.
As the tears dry;
Dust is swallowed
Upon a devils
Settlement signed.
Forever higher
Falls evolution.
Confusion tires
Yet, burden of cracks
Surpass solution.
And here we stand:
We're knee deep
In a gift for land.
Given to Mother,
Yet not even she
Can be its lover.
As thin ice breaks,
Becomes puddle;
we stand in the way:
Ankle deep...
We're dammed it seems.
Troubles born;
Bastard by fearing
Fathers scorned.
The lines are drawn;
Mother's crooked smiles
wild ends nearing
Every last dawn,
Eclipsing the sun.
Mans greatest mistake.
Wrapped the earth
Within selfish pace.
Taped Mother's mouth;
Then crossed over
The bridge into rain.
Spared wet feet
By exchanging,
damp theory.
Blind minds race
For perspective;
The bats fold
Their ears in.
And here sings
the ignorant ode
to reversed thinking.
Now the selfish
Walk their cracks...
Eyes: black circles
Mark a Devils pact,
As they circle
The cracks exhale;
Gasping again...
But then to Inhale.
© Copyright 2005 Atticus
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