It looked dark
three steps to a puddle,I walked.
I reached the edge of a height.
Where I saw a man jump,chewed by pounding desperation.
Only the day before with some friends
on a boat,my oar had sank.
I feared the fire running before the wind.
I panicked and searched the doors
like everyone would have done.
And I ran thru the digital halls and stained ceilings.
Copyright 2006 Roshan Tulachan
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Reviewed by xxxxxxx cccccc (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2007
spontaneous expression of the sensation. so meaningful.
This is so visual
its a surreal landscape of worry, but not surrender
I see movement here.......
from one disaster to the next
but
no end......so there is a rainbow, i feel
pax A
very interesting!great images
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its a surreal landscape of worry, but not surrender
I see movement here.......
from one disaster to the next
but
no end......so there is a rainbow, i feel
pax A
very interesting!great images