Critical Analysis #2 |
Spirit |
TreeFiddy New Member
since 2005-11-13
Posts 8North Carolina, United States |
The air changes As the world breathes in to speak, This is veil shared to all Is pulled away from my shoulders. Suddenly I notice the open window And the room is an amphitheatre of cold winds. Now numberless forgotten footsteps are retraced, and we hear our neighbors sleeping in the other room. On tumbling down this steep hill It becomes all too obvious That I'm..."spirit". A thought, a noticing Definitionless. Describing everything else in this proscenium, But they never choose to fly up to where I've come. And I'm left trying to understand Why this sky never changes And why neither do I. |
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