12-19-2010, 06:55 AM
An oasis in a desert's sphere,
the neon glare
of strip lighting.
The processed snacks are tall palm trees,
and I've been walking
so long now,
ridden with more sores
than a harem captive.
The universe is cold.
I've left the house,
I've pressed EJECT,
and now I grasp the arm rests
as I die in the vaccum of space.
the neon glare
of strip lighting.
The processed snacks are tall palm trees,
and I've been walking
so long now,
ridden with more sores
than a harem captive.
The universe is cold.
I've left the house,
I've pressed EJECT,
and now I grasp the arm rests
as I die in the vaccum of space.
"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