Of Death and Height
The tamed outdoors became a classroom for a distant mind. The world of a freer nature serves as a reminder. An inevitably if you will. For myself, the words of a present time lack the power To comprehend the thought process of an English nature fanatic. He climbs to greet heights and oversees the continuous tonal colours Playing ever since the Compass set upon the universe and drew a sphere With a radius fixed. As a child, I ran into the woods, used as a buffer, Preventing my curses of society to reach to the construction zones. As a child, I used nature as a playground that Time build, certified and licensed As the sun loomed overhead, I fell into the meadows of dreams. Suddenly, the midgroves and copses gave way and the cacophony shattered the skull. As if Persephone is being abused in the underworld And the flowers shout out their condolences. In the midst of this sonic torture, the Muse in silent mode of expression Kisses me gently, therefore numbing me form this… noise. When I wake up, the sun was setting in the horizon and realized what I have become… A part of the playground…
Date of First Draft: 8 March 2000