Posted by: Zigzapiens | November 21, 2011

green undulation (or flasks II)

infinity lays dead

at the back of my eyes.

Entering them, dark light

unveils curved body,

folded in itself.


Sparkled, black and white

locked and screaming.

Trapped soul,

painful add,

to mine.


Green living mysteries

look down on me.

some standing, faithfully,

pledge to honor life.

Others, seing me,

refused, wicked side.


Denied here, there,

the mantle, undead

walks to find

what can’t be found.



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