Tags

, , , , , , , , ,

Time fleshes to baskets,
bound with pleasure and pain,
like neurosis, tightly woven.

Pain constricts the warp,
pleasure loosens the weave.
Tangled, they hold memories;
yet with tears, but a sieve.

Droughtless sponges
rooted to the well of souls.
Too many insecured,
blanch to dryness, desert.

Without as within.
Feel the emotion
to water
paradise.

Advertisements