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Posted by Highhat on May 2, 2011 - 18:46

All is rusty, dusty.
Sunset
seems to repair
our daily
traverses
across the moors.
Heather on
fire,
lit by a star-spark,
kicked all the way from Mars.
You seem to be unemployed.
How could they have done it?
Forgotten you, when you were invisible.
Take another bite of the future!
Now never seems to be enough.
Rushing forth to wipe out the
present pain of
the past.
Talk to me:
tell me why it is burning?
This fiery glow:
this dawn of dreams.
It’ll never work.
Not as long as you live.
Though the images seem to fade.
Luckily!
It has taken ages to get
here,
inside this womb.
You may draw your last
breath
before you are stillborn
Imagine!

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Comments

fatboy74 | May 2, 2011 - 21:02

Something rather mesmerizing about this Pia, I enjoyed it very much. Not sure what 'inside this whom.' is, whether typo or not? Good stuff. :-)

maisie | May 2, 2011 - 22:31

hi Pia, i liked it too! very fae in parts, and quite minimal. controlled is good. i can see it as lyrical too, can you sing?

Highhat | May 3, 2011 - 06:26

Hi FB yes a stupid typo- I have changed it to womb now- sorry- Thank you for your comment- glad you liked it.
;)Pia

Highhat | May 3, 2011 - 06:28

Hi maisie- No I can't sing. ;D thank you very much for reading and your kind comment.
;)Pia

phase2 | June 18, 2011 - 20:12

"You seem to be unemployed"

"It has taken ages to get
here,
inside this womb.
You may draw your last
breath
before you are stillborn
Imagine!"

seem dreadfully sad, but very very good

Highhat | June 18, 2011 - 20:33

Thanks for reading Phase- I suppose life can be that way now and again.

;)Pia