I wrote this on the bus home today, coming home from work. I wrote it all at once, and I didn't really look over it, so it might seem rather unpolished, but then again, my mind doesn't make the best sandpaper.
Our shadows cross,
And who's to say
It is not a portent
Of the end of our loss?
And as I count steps,
Confusing footfalls, seconds,
Possibility absorbs thought
Like blood to Count Tepes
Impossible, in certainty.
No more than dragons
Or pixies exist here
Than are 'we' an entity
Except that in doubt,
My own skull the walls
In the cell's Hallowed halls,
More within than without.
Cross shadow with song
Yet, who will sing along?
Good night, everyone!
Wow, very nice. I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteIn other comments, why were you riding a bus, do you not have your own KoL'ed car?
Ah, that would be because I ride to school with mi madre and mi hermana todos los Tuesdays and Thursdays (and they say I never learned anything in Spanish! Tchah!).
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm glad you appreciated it
Well, I am convinced. Your Spanish es fantastico.
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