Sunday, 11 March 2012

A cloud of bananas.


Eight billion years
Separated from love
The kiss of the big bang
Brought forth in time
The hiss and the rhythm
Of fat pebbles in a whirlpool
Emitting hot ghosts
Describing our death dance
With ray guns of loss

Nothing lasts for very long
Only the sky and the mountains remain.





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