Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Stillborn Sight

Words worth worlds of whimsy
Whisper from the waves locked
In seashells
While weighty wonders are swept aside
Whisked to where other trivial lies
Gather in piles
Why
Why
Why
The swell of the tides breathes and sighs
Laves at the shore
Asking and telling
more more more
Than after
Or before
Evermore
The song unheard by deaf eyes and
Unseen by ears colourblind
Resigned and unmoving
Raging storm and wriggling worm
Nothing in the hands of the one
Who cartwheels through time
Somersaults in the belly of the Earth
And places hands on the sun
For warmth on a winter night

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