Behind his wire rims
His mind is
Crystallized
Sending off electric
Blue light.
Whatever he’s thinking
I don’t want to be a part
That’s what she meant by
Walking the land of
Liquid ice.
Undercurrents of his doubts
And models of thirteen-
Dimensional worlds
Leave me dumb.
Whatever he’s up to I
Hope will simplify
Whatever he wants I
Dream won't collide
With embers of
The soul.
úterý 27. května 2008
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