Posted by
Steve DeVries in
Thirteen Shapes on
02 25th, 2009 |
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The images all bathed in white light heat
White, white, white, slowly changing into blue
The dream cooled and became tangible
Water for miles as far as I could see
And on the bottom I sat
Swallowed and inhaled
‘Dear Lord, I do not ask for forgiveness
Only the knowledge that it all ends here
The fire is...