In The Days Of Metal And Wood by Wilcox660, literature
Literature
In The Days Of Metal And Wood
It's raining again
A doorstop mood killer
As I sit in a semi-cafe
With Mysterio by my side
Providing illusion to entertain
My current disillusion and confusion
As I try to settle in
To a meditative state
An island of calm
In an ocean of semi-activity
Radioactivity
Activating the switch
Pull the String!
Turtles four mutate no more
Sedate as a fern in a drab office
No cacophony of sound and vision
A simple quiet smile of agreement
Nothing bad nor good
Perhaps indifferent perhaps not
The turtles voice no thought
"Namaste" thinks the fern
In a Buddha-esque silence
"I exist therefore I am part of all"
Bride comes before a fall
A fall for water m