Thursday, March 20, 2008

Mind games

I'm grinded powder.
Finer by the hour.
Pulverised with each rotation
By gesture of my stone relations,
That move upon your breath.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Emit time

I take comfort in the skies,
The vastness of its size.
It brings a dizzying sensation,
Like its raining information,
And I can't catch all the drops.

I wait to see the change,
That the past and present exchange.
Entwinded together, they greet my eyes
With intent to present with guise,
A picture of all time.