op. 5 – none warmer
op. 5 - to myself, my foolishness
none
warmer
Returning mine of greed were those of gray yet I still was entertained. Instilled within me was a rage for something so real was forbidden. To avert my eyes was this image involuntarily feigned, and to this image my actions were bidden.
In this delusion a voice took command and from me demanded the following.
"Take note of its form and appreciate no other. As of its needs they are your calling, and to stop you will the words most betraying escape from your brother."
Those gray were suddenly removed from my line of sight. Under the basic fundamental laws governing our world, the force had gone. From my eyes did retreat the blight, and to that I missed the most were my eyes drawn.
I now stared into a pair so beautifully deep and blue. To my regret it was a reflection of what lingered within me and in actuality shared the same hue of the former.
"Take note for the fortunes despise you, for as gray as these are, around you there are none warmer."
+ december 10, 2007 @ 3:00 AM
[return to poetry]