Revelation
By HiramDiaz
My bare toes curl into their arches and glide across the linoleum carpeting as I sit staring blankly into the nothingness set before my eyes – an enormous plain of iridescent pixels, forming a snowy substance my fingers plough through and leave ebony footprints embedded throughout. It’s times like these when the stentorian roar of an anthropomorphic Feline rattles my Venetian blinds, shaking the dust from their edges. Times when time is minced by the claws of Christ – razors extending from the tips of His fingers, fire pooling in the retinas of His eyes, seven thunders pouring from his mouth into a multitude of people as numerous as the sands of the sea… It’s times like these, ponderous, infinite, eternal, that crawl into my ears and whisper why it is that solitude gives flesh to the sinews of Loneliness….and why it is that composition always comes when companionless… “Sometimes silence is the music of the Muses.”I don't really like this poem all that much. I kinda crapped it out out of necessity...so......don't be too harsh....i beg you.... lol hiram Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 07:08 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"My bare toes curl into their arches and glide..."