Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-11-11 19:11:00

Dusk

There is a change
when the mist
abolishes the horizon

You lose perspective
and every shadow
of accumulated breaths
hides a universe of observers

The world closes
down into a hypothesis
of living

As, in seeing only flesh,
they refute all other
sense of being.

You are reduced to
a toy
to the movement of
your crouching legs
or your shaking hands.