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08-31-05
distant thunder...
i think i can hear it
like a deathbeat funeral drum
low rumble that courses thru my veins
and strikes my very heart
disrupted biorhythm
silence again im a prisoner to
walking on glass
my paws are bleeding
but i cant feel anything
other than the thunder
steely blue and cold
a single tree in this landscape
gnarled hand reaching skyward
my only sanctuary
with no protection from the world
the hot wind blows sand over me
i close my eyes slowly
listening closely
and im engulfed
in the thunderous sky above. quit your fucking whining. |