crack in the sky,
mystic hermits alibi,
leaking phantom visions,
i see men with eyes like beacons,
i am a prisoner in a formless wilderness,
i have no body,
my thoughts are frozen,
in a brimstone furnace,
crack in the sky,
the cold earth awaits your supply,
of mystical messengers,
to travel with their medicine
frozen in glaciers,to
transform mankinds primitive mind.
A contest entry
- Shatter by CarolDesjarlais.
525 points, ended April 30, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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this is good....it evolves from the Christian philosophy of Hell, I believe. Anceint voices are swirling around us, all we need to do is find how to listen to them.. I lvoe the ending, truly...yes. I saw a special on melting glaciers and how they measure the ancient air within...your speak to this. Thank you for entering.
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great
loved itttttttttttttttt
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