Re: Slow Season...the junkies suffer
Posted by jack ruby on 7/26/2009, 2:42 pm
Your screams have indeed reached my ears,
Collected through the medium of the pent-up energy of the sea
And rising to the heavens within tropical vapors,
I saw them.
Black Holes.
Swirling at the center of the oceans, and of
Existence itself.
Warping space-time,
Smearing streaks of condensation, like a woman's eyeliner after many tears,
Prolonged birth pangs, Mother must wait to be
Delivered of her child.
And I felt our pain.

But your pain has bestowed upon you a gift,
A vision of hope from perhaps even within
The Dark Heart of the Ocean
Where reality comes to be,
And tears are wiped away.
Look to a sun setting low on tropical seas,
Hear the drum-beat of revelers at Key West.
Sit there and gaze at the sun disappearing
Into the Ocean.






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