Saturday, December 17, 2011

State of Mined

Forgive me,

Must our conversations with you always start this way?


The moon lived in a in a bubble.
You breathed,
The wind carried it.
to the black box.
And thus it
began to orbit.

It is told that the
the light the moon reflects,
if the angle is perfect
can whiten the black stone
pierce the black walls

it is told..
and so it has been heard
in only so many words...

the moon, dizzy.
is forced to sit down.
sit idle
and erect idols
this cant be write.
it cant seem to right.
why cant it right?

fill the craters with light again
make it alwrite right again
Only the omnipotent know's why
only naked Truth can undress the lie
be gentle, please...

I don't blame you for not understanding, its dark
And the moon is feeling particularly lunar tonight

'Forgive me'

Must our conversation always end this way?