Something's breaking
I hear it snapping,
Like an old tree,
Too weary to face the wind
Once again.
No - it is a Shattering.
Like a mirror,
Thrown against the floor.
Something like the humming of power lines,
With a sweetly sinister melody
Trailing through it -
But not with it.
Something, like leaves falling
Onto dark water.
A child's humming,
Calliope music...
Familiar,
But not comforting
Haunting,
But not the stuff of nightmares
It is the dirge of the earth
An elegy written
After Eden
For a world
Unfit for immortals.
A tune we all know
A song we all must sing
It is of us
But
it is not ours.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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