Chimera

Dec. 17, 08

Leaves in the broken dried state,
Leave skeletons on the sidewalk,
Material living noises reverberate
Backwards in reverse uncommonly.

Touched by blue living lips she was
A singer in skeletal bones (she was)
Walking, tripping, in backward motions,
She's the wind and that's how it blows.

This story, my friend
Begins and ends in this stanza,
This story, my friend
Begins and ends in this stanza,

We feel like dancing like the ripples,
The averse 'time and space continuum'
The world is the art and paint dribbles,
In colours that make souls and scribbles.

Parallel world within the imagination,
Taking bits of reality and placing my own,
Water droplet of the rainbow my creation,
The snow that falls in June's complexion.

This story, my friend
Begins and ends in this stanza,
This life, my friend
Begins and ends in this stanza...



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Has a tune to be read to (or at least in my head)