10-08-2011, 10:26 AM
Bones grow still as clouds set in,
each day hardens wet cement.
Untended goes your wilting skin,
bones grow still as clouds set in.
The world may start a merry din,
but inner silence is what's meant.
Bones grow still as clouds set in,
each day hardens wet cement.
each day hardens wet cement.
Untended goes your wilting skin,
bones grow still as clouds set in.
The world may start a merry din,
but inner silence is what's meant.
Bones grow still as clouds set in,
each day hardens wet cement.
"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