in the rush of my being i may forget all the world
the sensation of flying flows down through my feet, hovering here
brought forth from the mathematics of a celestial sky
Reflection
8:18am sunday, 1st march
Freestyle....:
Well, the poem has started
The puppets all gather their gowns
and pray the master keeps their part.
Will the tide turn for the puppet in white?
Will the tide turn for the puppet in Black?
Only God makes a choice.
Only time will tell.
Fall in humilityY.
Reflection