overzero
the end
micro poems, modern idiom
god is a symbol the building waved my own death want's needs zen song walking a fine lawn a modern condition welcome to my town the missing point hole in the ground the sculptor the war new black the future's bright give me my horns
The building waved. Nothing drastic,just a subtle shift, almost imperceptible.Not obvious,glimpsed out of the corner of my eye,not quite believable, but definitely there.
A gentle ripple in the tide of perception.A hidden sign of something beyond normality.An indication of the unknown.The building waved becauseI forgot to stop it.
