Saturday, November 29, 2008

Steepled

Through what hole can my soul escape?
Climbing down the stairs blindly
A spiral from above
But all I see is the straight line
Carrying me away
From
All
I'd
Care to Be

All these people
Faces the world has seen
And will see again
Never remembered
After the second generation
Come and gone again
On a Tuesday afternoon

I hope,
To one day
Gleam from the stars,
Where they really shine
And why they all
One day
F
A
D
e

Through what hole can my soul escape?
Trapped beneath
Inside this jar of clay
Screaming to the sky above
For the light to shine;
to cut an opening,
to my eyes
So I may see
The
S
P
Ire
Spiraling no more around me

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