Feb 5, 2010

the sleeping lion

I am turning
Turn around face me
As we shuffle
Cards like stars
Like pinholes to heaven
Peeking through
This veiled bankrupt world
Like angels light in dungeons
Hopeful and hungry
As burning torches
A rainbow from a lizard head
Arches over chimney rock
The quiet thunders
In some old canyon
Virtue is on the move
Life and time changing shape
I think to call you out
But I wait
For desert rain is good
Loneliness is strength
Stand with my face to the sky
There is no why
Just life
The passing of moments
I am parched but fine
Cruel is kind
Curse is blessed
I don’t know about the rest
However it is best
Awake the sleeping lion!

-Freedom

Dialogue be damned

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