top of page

The Acorn

darling, dont fret, it's more of life than it is of death


and being of the better half of the dark side of the moon


which is it, we wouldn't know, and dare to look down


once more, rather to be with thee in understanding and


to find thyself lost amongst the crowd of disbelievers


would only remove thyself further from, all arms seek


and, loved, to be, ever a contemplation upon being


how one does stand amongst trees in a burning forest


more able to lift the ground with roots more knowledgeable


than to, against the testament of time-worn truth, burn


evermore brighter and igniting living living leaves with fire


Recent Posts

See All

The Hourglass

Point A Needle To The Sky, Centered Minds Point A Gun To My Head, Circumstantial Ends Point A : The Diamond Sutra, Centrifical Forces Yet There Are One Thousand Arms Tied Up In The Book Of The Dead An

T E L L M E

never was there such a hand beneath the sin play to the part of the devil's grinning twas there such a death as to it

Comments


bottom of page