Course Is the Terrain...

Coarse is the terrain by which they step on
And unknowing is their guide
by sightless compassion
A grave murderer to those who come near
and steps on those stones that you hold dear.
Shivers and ruptures of splean
do I feel so isolated by that cold
and cumbersome scream.
It's that taste of bitter chocolate
that comes to none of her expectations
and desires of something else,
not mine to admire.
Sleepless in Seattle is no place for me
'cause I'm already sleeping in Reverie.


(c) 2005 EM