Friday 8 October 2010

Beautiful (sonnet 04)


Beauty black sundays face all beautiful.
Nothing is much more less not important .
Inhale exhale everything in detail.
Our only concern is you're well being.
Ugly white sundays face all contorted.
Successful forces always surrounded
by fields of horses racing towards us
pushing boundaries limits exodus.
Normal grey mondays bad day bountiful.
Everything lessening in importance.
Ingest to digest nothing we sail
on only one thought no-one is seeing.
Go now to the light that binds all of us.
Go leave dark matter for the worst of us.

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