"Unarmed" 5 - 17 - 06
the world as seen
bent into something new
not quite right
but my eyes cannot lie
correction isn't easy
for i've been awhile
in viewing it this way
my crooked neck forged
i hear only voices
as my eyes wish to deny
and ears wishing hands
but a body unabiding
a radiator of hope
that gleam in my mind
the once white hole
seen replaced, overwritten
my mind tossing about
and things thought alone
dwell, stir, coming to wake
twisters of my abstract
shying into the child eye
fearful but wishes an answer
i say, "please dont worry"
truth suppressed, hope slides...