So heavy it can’t be moved
Be it shove, thrust or heave
Yet refuses to give way
It holds neither importance nor value
Why does it remain stubbornly fixed?
Outside the chest looms a cloud
So dark it’s persistently feared
Be it the sun, wind and air merely
Move on as though it isn’t there
It holds frightful bolts of ruin thus
How does it remain tirelessly still?
Alongside the chest wails a bell
So minuscule it’s hardly perceived
Be it flung, thrashed or banged
Repetitively unseen and heard
It holds significance and truth
When will it be made sense of?
Underside the chest remains a hole
Subsist beneath a mouth so small
Be such a leviathan space erode
Denotes an onset of a purge
It holds the entirety of animation
Who does it require to fix this?
Stupid glitch.
~mje Saturday, October 17, 2009 at 11:58am
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