Moments in time - 11/20/2011 12:11
cause for alarm through the subtle trees of my empty echoes;
calling forth the abandoned turpitude within the confines of embroidered existence, only to find a way back into the fold.
how then can this truth be forged through the steel, sparks and embers of empathy that cast shadows on the souls of inanimate objects, only to find courtesy to that which perceives it?
long distances travel you backward and forward until the witness of time realizes its myth and its own lie.
boat of timber carries utensils for those who eat with dirty fingers, unkempt, unclean, unshaven - are these mortals to which exist only in the hearts of gods.
forgive that hollow wooden expression that is my soul, which ignites and burns to a white ash.
eyes fixed and disturbing, drink from your mouth to tease the restless air that breathes.
a nice clean-airy room sits far in the distance over those mountains.
can you see. . . there’s something in my third eye?
© 2011 William Teague