White Verities

I've swallowed my future once more, in the form of little white verities. And it brings a bitterness to mind. But with time my world will be shown with eyes that do not lie. Reality tugs at my warmed pale skin, trying to keep hold, and stay close. With the piercing of shivers, my skin begins to fade. Warmth is turned to trembles, as my subsistence is torn and whithered. The moments are stilled before me, asking me to watch and play. Focused deeped within your beauty, what I once knew fades, and changes shape. And your synchronicities take hold, guiding, and taking still. With the cold dripping free, it forms ripples within my space. While it shows me infinite circles, leviathan dictates the course. For all things come full circle, even the space of time. Still free and hopeful, my body gently comes to me. Shallow pins within my spine, sends quicken shivers through and through. As substance is draped upon my eyes, the world seems darker and no more. But then I shall go on. Digging deeper, looking closer, holding on.I have a problem here...what sounds better..Warmth is turned to trembles,as my subsistence is torn and withered.Warmth is turned to trembles,as my subsistence is torn and teared.Warmth is turned to trembles,as my subsistence is torn and tattered. Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 05:07 PM PST   10 • 0