Bronzed atoms,
tiny rocks,
slow, slow
destination –
or liberation.
Behind all veils
lies something                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  unknown.

like plastic toy,
full of soft bullets
fountain fathering creation.

Abundance and decay –
playful observation,
as when a crystal child,
lands on a wintery window.

is to walk on bravely.


~ by Aquatic Poetry on July 31, 2012.

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