I have a small cabin in the woods.
I go there to escape it all.
But the trees, they smell like you./
Give me Darkness,
that I may dream.
Give me Shadow that surrounds,
that there be nothing.
The foot of crowd,
The hollow of crowns.
Anchors,
Corners,
Treasures.
The under-earth,
The before-birth.
Closed eyes,
Closed fists,
O, give me Darkness.
Darkness, that I may see.
4 comments:
I want your blog to have a search button so I can see how many times you wrote "Birth" over the years. My guess is over 100 times at least.
Repetition makes an impression, Ian!
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Yeah, gross. I'm sure you didn't know this, but you contributed to the downfall of music for me. Ever since we all went to Brixx and listened to all that music that was ours, I haven't enjoyed it at all lol.
Oh Dear, my condolences.
You'll find some newer stuff.
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