Monday, June 06, 2005


Animals
by definition,
action,
impulse�

Tenderly,
I lick your wounds,
warm you,
shelter you.

Savagely,
I would devour
any threat to those
who share my cave.

Secretly,
my dreams fly
across the flatlands
swift,
empowered,
and sink teeth
into the shadows
that haunt me.

My mind steps
like a scholar.

My spirit stalks
like a fiery-eyed beast
hungry,
bitten,
and bleeding.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is totally classic GreyMatterMeltingPot material. I beg to differ that it sucks. More of this would do us all some good.

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