Deeply creeping as if under skin,
lies the hunted molecules of a dissolving kin.
Their melting from the inside out,
slowly liquefied by the oncoming boson drought.
Directing the hasting of the gravitons pace,
from their vibrating rest in a quiet and dark place.
Not enough to know the secrets of the massive Universe,
I desire to apply them to the rarely trodden path I choose to traverse.
Me, Myself and I
- Bearing Slowly Burning Sage
- Brooklyn, NY, United States
- I want to philosophize through poetry. Unfortunately one lone thinker will only manage to wrap himself up in a shell. Please be a heavy and worn hammer, striking against my outer most provisions until you break through or lay broken. Just promise me these 2 things: 1. If I crack first, help rebuild me but do not rebuild me yourself. 2. If you crack first, please accept my humble aid in the rebuilding of your path; but do not let me take over.
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