Needle

the sun is a needle
driven through my eyes
burned and twisted
blinded

sounds driven into my brain
a glass lotus
explodes into shards
rippling back a forth
like a frenetic cat

limbs are clay
hardening in morning sun
cracked when worked
tough and fragmentary

but the light banishes the dark
a renewal of life
astral birth pains




Poetry by grizzedram
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Written on 2013-03-28 at 06:10

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Commentally Ill
sounds like a wicked migraine. ouchy.
2013-03-29