Saturday 20 April 2013

Man of Clay

I don't think I can do my life anymore.
Filament cracks are forming all over my skin
which is becoming dry to the touch, flaking away,
the man of clay is almost no more.

I ask you, what is the core of this being?
Is it just air that will no longer care about you or me or him?
Or is it bright light, a being of white, a god so secretly veiled,
Like the one so sorely impaled a long time ago?

Stay in touch, I'll let you know.

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