Bad spelling poem
The love that bent
The love that broke
It built me up from foetus
To flesh and bone
An instant that travelled
Through countless eternity’s
And made its home
In a hollow shell
The insides weave a web
One that never dissipates
That cannot move
As if it was bound by a leaden rock
Not thunder
Nor hooks
Could capture it
And move it from its anchored place
It could not be confined
It rose up through the skies
And miasemed into atmosphere
It traveled light
Its full authority
Tricking through several universes
Its power bound
And trapped the humans
The thought provoked
Slipped seamlessly
Across the world
And landed everywhere
It did not move
It did not waver
Although it was clouded in
Lies and destruction
It lingered long
And settled like a dew
On every forest
Real or not
It covered light
It spread through sound
It tunneled earth
Its voice so loud
They beat at it
They tore its skin
It bled for eons
It birthed an army
Thursday, April 29, 2010
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