I climbed a tree just the other day,
With my special, climbing feet on.
Rising higher as I swallowed
Each branch and back out again,
Below me, with my special climbing end.
I am a conduit
And the world
Travels through me.
It digests me as I digest it.
Breaths me as I breath it.
In and out, back out
And in again.
I'm so wrapped up in this climbing,
Focused on the careful swallowing
Of inherently, branchlike, intricacy,
I fail to realize what day it is
And find myself atop of a lampost
Instead of an Oak.
And almost completely
Myself digested.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Crossing The Rubicon
Posted by Taren at 10:26