02-05-2013, 07:18 AM
For a poem bashed out in two minutes during writer's block this is surprisingly good. There's no narrative or real point to speak of, but the images are crisp, surreal and rhythmic. An air of sinisterness underscores the poem, like a half-glimpsed ghost. Thank you for the read
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe

