Quicksand
Sand seed
Dancing dust
Scorched metaphors shifting
Under your perch, probes
Of sinking earth
Words have drawn swords
The quick now
The dead soon
The known the unknown you own
Nothing
But the sands the sprouting seed.
--- Obododimma Oha
:
Quicksand
Sand seed
Dancing dust
Scorched metaphors shifting
Under your perch, probes
Of sinking earth
Words have drawn swords
The quick now
The dead soon
The known the unknown you own
Nothing
But the sands the sprouting seed.
--- Obododimma Oha
The Poets shall not stand
the Palt of ev'ry hand
D^
On 4-May-07, at 4:59 AM, Obododimma Oha wrote:
Quicksand
Sand seed
Dancing dust
Scorched metaphors shifting
Under your perch, probes
Of sinking earth
Words have drawn swords
The quick now
The dead soon
The known the unknown you own