Wednesday, June 18, 2008

life without sound

this is life as a house, the windows,
the mirror in the bathroom,
shadow-panes and weather-vanes,
life as a the ceiling and the walls,
ivy leaves set bound to fall...
crawling up the stains in watermarks,
crying out for purple sparks.
the crackle, the twist,
and every shimmer inside of it.

this is life as a broken glass, the cracks,
the scores, the shattered shores,
it bends and curves, the danger-star...
shines and breaks light as evening calls.
never seen a brighter sky,
except with this broken eye.
it screams in fear
like rainbow tears.