12-07-2012, 06:52 AM
As parabolic cloud drifts race overhead
And haloes of extinction whiplash his eyes
“It isn’t paradisial,”
He wryly observes,
“Those crows washing up in my dreams.”
“Fill their horrid beaks with what,
--- My dripping ribs?
Wraith flesh and blood is delightful I hear,
The Styxians later will feast on its bones
And slice through its rinds without a thought…”
In a doppelganger's dream world
Where nobody enters and nobody leaves,
They’ll exhibit my remains---in a doppelganger’s
Dream world, I’ll be free!
And haloes of extinction whiplash his eyes
“It isn’t paradisial,”
He wryly observes,
“Those crows washing up in my dreams.”
“Fill their horrid beaks with what,
--- My dripping ribs?
Wraith flesh and blood is delightful I hear,
The Styxians later will feast on its bones
And slice through its rinds without a thought…”
In a doppelganger's dream world
Where nobody enters and nobody leaves,
They’ll exhibit my remains---in a doppelganger’s
Dream world, I’ll be free!