Sunday, February 8, 2015
Water In Eternity
Water burdens the hated being of all,
Earth cares for the hated burning body;
But they are buried beyond a solution,
Opening the coughing and fallen paint.
This coffin hugely disguises itself,
Like the warmer glare of the sunlight,
And the lighter goal of the night.
Airs and winds regenerate the ideas of hours
That rely on the time of the eternal gesture.
Water is burdensome, now that the sense
Of the mind collapses, knowing something for us.
I'd love the knowledge, of a day in stupidity,
Like the wisdom of the superior shades
And the lightning of the thunderous rage.
Topic(s) of this poem: water