Trinkle trankle trumple trample
crucibles of thought,
dash against each other
like atoms in motion
and like metal containers
they make music from unknown friction.
Cling clang ding dong
the heart bell rings -
Open the door, let them in...
In you in me in us is them that will be through you and me and thought and action in life its traction our passion reaction between laughter tears fatigue prayers before me's and he's transform into we's in seas of dreams in moving clouds of night's skies as you and I ride steer fly swim between atoms in trinkled trankled trumpled trampled crucibles of thought...
I think this is the best!
ReplyDeleteThis is the best out of all that you have written till now :)
The Ding and a dong with a hush and a song, the silence and the prayers and the streaks of livideness in the layers :p
The thought goes on a on, perpetually in motion like the rhythm of that unknown song :)