25/07/2010

Hyperbolic Musings

Cracks. Accelerate over the earth’s visage,
A series of neglected spider webs.
Hiding within a secret existence.
Light shines with excruciating accuracy.
Even with your beautiful eyes.
You cannot see it. I wish you could.
Look up at the sky for a moment, consider the stars.
Sometimes. People disappear. Into these cracks.
You spectate. With a heavy heart.
People are being digested at its core.
Being torn to pieces.
The world could swallow you up,
If it should intend to. Oh, how irony dances.