Saturday, May 1, 2010

"Nomadic Rains"

Engulfing rains pursue just out the window
Reflections into the mind of the nomad
Into what has been seen
Once exposed to such elements
Never able to place things in reverse
In the unrelenting noise of the machine
Thunder's voice remains unresolved
A mystery which cannot be solved
Familiar patterns reappear
Into prisms of another dimension
Beyond the realm of all fear
Addictions dissapear within the abyss
Unto the nomad who has seen all of this
Hounds and jackals howling as in like
Of the voices in corridors
Relentless water pushing against the dyke
The golden bowl disintegrates
Voicing its rage
Until the integrity of the mind
Surrenders to its cage

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