Archive for February, 2014
I would rather be a splinter of dust
Hurtling through space and time
Than an opinion settled and grown
In the mind of men -they call it god’s truth
And mow down God’s children left and right.
In motion was passage of light
But too soon I am snuffed out by cold breath
Of earth grown settled in ways.
Rather than this corruption
I would rather be dust, -not knowing
its station nor its destination,
It blows hither and thither
And pass from wakeful sleep to dream.
Ariadne: “Watch out! I nearly got hit!”