"The thought that I could decipher your message. There's no one here dear. No one at all." --Tori Amos
Gabcast! White Rabbit - *BLACK HOLE* #4
Where the Ships Die
You
Sail Me
Where the Ships
Die.
my tourniquet
A Folded Earth
a bloodied paper
full of eloquence
Poetry untouched.
Used to be such
A sweet sweet thing.
Everything voyeur
(the Point)
The pattern bones
Compass due North.
just Try to
Swim among the stars
I was on the path
To Heaven
But you had to stand
In My Light.
The speed of beauty
(A falling word crashing)
A torn sail Laureate
At the bottom of the sea.
--Nobius Black