Puddles of Perception
Heaven booms
cracks, splits apart
and rain scatters, leaks
from the gaping wound in the sky
an eye belonging
to God, an eye
for an eye, but I
hear him cry
he sounds
like me in a darkened
smokey room
listening to the boom
underneath, where rain gathers, in puddles of perception
cracks, splits apart
and rain scatters, leaks
from the gaping wound in the sky
an eye belonging
to God, an eye
for an eye, but I
hear him cry
he sounds
like me in a darkened
smokey room
listening to the boom
underneath, where rain gathers, in puddles of perception
posted by Sir James Eric Watkins at 2:51 AM
1 Comments:
Congratulations godpapa. Baby Kee looked awfully comfy in your and Nonnies Arms. Thanks so much for everything. I have no Idea what Keenan and I would do without you and yours. You all mean so much to me, I am forever in your debt.
Krisstanamus
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