10-11-2011, 04:06 PM
Life is beginning again.
Stasis' womb has opened, briefly,
pushing me through its entrance several inches,
to greet blinding lamps which shine on honesty.
My heart is a cave, empty yet secret.
But day is creeping through the mouth,
towards this furthermost darkness.
Slowly like a shy infant. I begin to hope.
Stasis' womb has opened, briefly,
pushing me through its entrance several inches,
to greet blinding lamps which shine on honesty.
My heart is a cave, empty yet secret.
But day is creeping through the mouth,
towards this furthermost darkness.
Slowly like a shy infant. I begin to hope.
"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