Sometimes
silence
permeates the halls
of my mind...
a dry riverbed of smoothe stones here
wind blown dust muffeles the edges of my comprehension... one word:
Unwind
Sometimes
Chaos
like shattered shards
of a mirror
Swirling, cutting, making edges too sharp
Sleep, rest, and peace are seldom found millions of words screaming
no nearer
Two poles
one
without the other
cannot stand...
Just as life cannot exist without
the clash and constant battle between the vast titans of the ocean and
land
Carbon
Debris
in a candle
tossed
expanding, contracting
like some huge iris in which
everything exists, shines, absorbs light and puts light, is ever found, and
lost
Author notes
Option 8... yeah.
A contest entry
- Options by frayed-hope.
575 points, ended November 30, 2007, 15 entries
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