The map
the directions written on the paper
are written to confuse and confound
the beasts reveal themselves through
the motion
while their eyes show a soul
it takes time to understand what
let alone why that it was written
especially this way that conveys
nothing beyond
the eyes that glimmer so
the soul stops Here but only for a ride
to cruise the city streets
to run through rural fields
fighting scarecrows
stopping farmers from killing
the harvest is the human alone
a good harvest indicates a good year
a bad harvest indicates a bad seed
allowed to form bonds
under the surface of the dirt
this is the map of growth and experience
Posted by :\_khet on October 18th, 2006 in m for Manque.., personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.