words....the organized pattern of sound

A truck drives out through the flat bottom lands...

As he stepped from his vehicle; he lifted his...

Written by casey horner

Friday, 18 April 2008

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words....the organized pattern of sound

The Earth is a stone that was cast into a pond,

trying its hardest to skip to the other side

wanting to make the thrower proud of a happy ending.

but ever so softly,

it sinks in double helixes.

Landing in the mosaic of the ocean floor.

Made of other failed and forgotten stones.

A martyr of nothing,

the daughter of a mountain

killed by the forgotten handshake.

And the science and mathematics behind a smile.

But ever so softly,

the tosser of our earth filters the bank of iron and blood

for one one last try, a final attempt for a blessing.

But his hands are rusting and his mother is calling him home.

so he zips his coat and walks away defeated.

Leaving the Earth to rot and dissolve in a universe that mourns its ending with only one Renaissance.

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