12-10-2010, 12:49 PM
Light spilling through the window
like an overflow of bath water,
angry rays become the wall,
engulf the frame and hide the glass.
Below this rim of nirvana
my infant's consciousness empties.
Two angels in leather jackets
sit near the light above me.
Beside me on my level
sits my still youthful mother.
Everyone is smiling
like nervous doctors.
Pre-breakdowns and tragedies,
I'm caught in a divine stasis.
like an overflow of bath water,
angry rays become the wall,
engulf the frame and hide the glass.
Below this rim of nirvana
my infant's consciousness empties.
Two angels in leather jackets
sit near the light above me.
Beside me on my level
sits my still youthful mother.
Everyone is smiling
like nervous doctors.
Pre-breakdowns and tragedies,
I'm caught in a divine stasis.
"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