Strange (edit x2)
Posted to Action Poetry
by in_earth on 2003-06-21 09:10:00
how the colour of being can change
from the head-on high wind of hesitations -
Time's substance rushing over my face as it pasts.
My eyes blast out light, but everything before me stays blurred,
until i walk,
until i walk forward and everything reappears, as normal,
to just walkin' round the block dear friend,
just checkin' out the neighbourhood.
