Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Under My Thumb

I am stuck in my own mind
A box with a circle top

Eyes with no pigment
Scales with no flesh

Existence is beyond temporary future but falls short of eternity

The bindings of time held with faded yellowed glue. indented print on worn pages in the beginning fading to nothingness at the end

Faces blur, colors dull, and i am left with everything and nothing in one speck 
Then my mind  explodes again and the books pages are reprinted on reborn paper

Dabbling in a new era. billions of generations sit on the thumb that turns time to the next page.

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