I don't know
it's a hard thing to say,
yet easily caught
by the inner eye,
thinking or imbibing,
swallowing what you
do not yet know?
pulse normal
irregularity of images
filtering through,
for a split second
anybody is capable,
to surround yourself
by past acts,
inclinations and prospects,
yet not only did I catch you
looking,
but swore that a certain
amount of this is unlikely,
just not you at all?
did God put it there,
I mean, everywhere?
everything is watching
at the forefront of eternity,
everybody -
has a purpose then?
while combustibles explode...
and Angels,
blow hot and cold! ! ! !
you need to
walk down that road;
behind averted eyes,
they cannot tell you...descend,
or was that descent,
your DNA dragged from gene pool
to gene pool,
it's our life force,
or a chaotic bubble
that rises up and shatters! !
leaves you almost bare,
irrepperable...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Grant. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks