11-02-2015, 04:22 AM
A bear and a boy make way west,
not really hoping for anything but some clean air
or open space.
Enveloped in the world on the way,
stratified vision divides the stars and people from one another,
brilliant and sparkling;
colored plains of grains and rolling endless crystal views
are refracted through bottled water.
Nights are calm at first, but soon,
upset;
as if something other than what they expect
knocks them back,
asking for directions,
crossing paths to anywhere,
from any road to travel there,
and beating brazen, prideful,
strong as ever,
they continue.
-BW BRINE
not really hoping for anything but some clean air
or open space.
Enveloped in the world on the way,
stratified vision divides the stars and people from one another,
brilliant and sparkling;
colored plains of grains and rolling endless crystal views
are refracted through bottled water.
Nights are calm at first, but soon,
upset;
as if something other than what they expect
knocks them back,
asking for directions,
crossing paths to anywhere,
from any road to travel there,
and beating brazen, prideful,
strong as ever,
they continue.
-BW BRINE