beautiful
fractals float
atop
the rotting wood—
wind-stains
adrift
slanted
dreams
a
felony of
groves
barren and forgotten
are
those moments past a reapers swing
gorgeous
surrender
tempt
me naught
for
the greyest cloaks of strangeness
guide
the shadows now
to
where the weathered stones denote location
to
where fragments bathe in muddied earth
it’s
message, is one of certainty
providing
clarity through dates and name,
leaving
but the questions mankind’s wrestled all his days
Keep that reaper away from the cat, no swining allowed at his mat. Sadly those questions will keep going on to, for a long as man is around. Unless some big shiny guy, thing, alien, whatever decides to answer us all, but even then we prob still wouldn't believe his call. So the questions will remain throughout the ride of life's train.
ReplyDeleteSome really gorgeous lines in this, Fred.
ReplyDeletegroves barren and forgotten
ReplyDeleteare those moments past a reapers swing...think those were my favs of the images you're using here...and think the wrestling and seeking will never stop as long as this world spins on..