Wednesday, November 12, 2008

A Dream of Apocalypse

Hall of mind
A strong storm outside the windows
Deafening thunder
Excitement to vague worry to fear
Finally the stone walls crack in half suddenly revealing a thin strip of dark sky
Shattered glass
The moment I have been waiting for

A Dream of Apocalypse

Climbing the soft wet hill, I glance around to see
Thick and cold soap bubbles stick to my gloves
Shirtless back trying to avoid the sharp pains of contact
Bright white labrotory light
Seeing man's ruin with only panic and fear