Friday, April 11, 2014

Snow Globe

Snow Globe
by me(whatever)
to Sky Fish

distortion rules in this claustrophobic space,
I wish on my 154 shooting stars.
In another time, in another place,
to extend beyond these bars.

There's a snowman who always smiles,
never responding, and never changing.
yet far and beyond, miles and miles,
those words are exchanging.

white and white and white,
winter in the bottled clear sea.
my hands attached too, too tight
on a sleigh that won't come free.

this color is painted,
drowning, artificial?, alive?,
the blue out there is tainted,
waiting for your mind to revive.

A castle of glass on the other side,
solely I remain in this kingdom.
a crown only the lonely have tried,
where you have everything but freedom.

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