12-24-2010, 01:22 PM
the world is a spherical rock
hurtling across black canvas.
the stars are holes into another,
less painful existence.
we will never be small enough
to squeeze through them and live
again. no matter what you
do, life will break
your heart and re-assemble it, with all the skill
of a crippled mechanic. love is a frog’s heart
doodled on napkins by children.
and that is all that is all that is all.
hurtling across black canvas.
the stars are holes into another,
less painful existence.
we will never be small enough
to squeeze through them and live
again. no matter what you
do, life will break
your heart and re-assemble it, with all the skill
of a crippled mechanic. love is a frog’s heart
doodled on napkins by children.
and that is all that is all that is all.
"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