Aug 28
Emergence
August 28th, 2008 by russ golata · No Comments
All I want, is to know what the truth is…
Wrestling with ideas and covers,
in this bed of seaweed made of green pain.
The shoreline is a distant memory.
The moon descends like an angry eagle
What could I have done to offend it so?
In the centuries of all humankind,
has there been anything colder to compare..
The music drums out a labored heartbeat,
dancing down the hallways of the time-clock.
Lion’s have already marked my homeland,
clawing at the backbone, where I once stood
The ocean is the place I once came from,
maybe there will be singing when I return…
