Pond Of ThoughtPond Of ThoughtPond Of Thought
If I am but a leaf floating... Upon the collective surface In the seize of our minds. How could I believe Myself to be, Able to understand All that I percieve.
For the moment I precipice, The wave that ripples me. It is only that moment I have to encompass, That conscious collectivity.
The energic intent. The wave of ripple that flows. Affecting ponded pebbles, Flowing outward goes. To where, for why, Most conciousness not knows. Contact assimilating Creating ripples of their own. A
JohnnyThe phoenix rises, tearing through little Johnny’s back. Poor little Johnny, his inner beast released. It rises in pride, it's wings valiantly stretched. Flame entombs him. Power consumes him. Johnny, no longer shy, rises too with fire in his eyes.Johnny
© John Palmgren 2009
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