Morningly daze...
Jan. 31st, 2004 09:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crows1. No-Name Haiku-
I lust. Afterall…
Isolation breeds desire
Call, I'll come to you.
2. Iconoclast-
It’s here, in the dark eyed universe, where I glimpse clearly fragments of a greater… the sky is enraptured, falling onto us, with marks of chaste valor and long dreams of flight. It’s a thing we almost touched, out there, hands entwined, eyes wide with wonder. A sacred thing… almost grasped by the imprecision of a mind too long at rest.
I’ll break it down and burn it. Throw wide the ancient glass and let this new light enter. It is an evil that glints off the teeth of the hounds. An evil, that filters through all of this color… these masks, these veils, these stained expressions.
(Unsure I'm keen on the Haiku. Feels funny. Iconoclast isn't finished. It's a very small fragment of a greater movement inside of me. More later.)
(Cheers -D)
I lust. Afterall…
Isolation breeds desire
Call, I'll come to you.
2. Iconoclast-
It’s here, in the dark eyed universe, where I glimpse clearly fragments of a greater… the sky is enraptured, falling onto us, with marks of chaste valor and long dreams of flight. It’s a thing we almost touched, out there, hands entwined, eyes wide with wonder. A sacred thing… almost grasped by the imprecision of a mind too long at rest.
I’ll break it down and burn it. Throw wide the ancient glass and let this new light enter. It is an evil that glints off the teeth of the hounds. An evil, that filters through all of this color… these masks, these veils, these stained expressions.
(Unsure I'm keen on the Haiku. Feels funny. Iconoclast isn't finished. It's a very small fragment of a greater movement inside of me. More later.)
(Cheers -D)