In the middle of the night
There is a hole in the earth
When others are sleeping
The walkers are drawn near
He can tell you about it in symbols so vivid
But he can't tell you exactly how it feals
So towards the middle
Where the earth draws him near
He feels and he feels it
But he feels so alone

The town drunk missed it
as by the window he flew
toward the center of the earth
Not sleeping like The masses
The one pain so deep in his heart
to ruffle the feathers
to darken the thoughts
he couldn't put his finger on it
So there was nothing to type

As the screen is blinking
THe curser is impatiently awaiting
And the word man can say nothing
but what has been said by men past
before the gravitational pull
and on and on
before the earth had a middle
a begining
an end

04/09/2009

Posted on 04/09/2009
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