Beneath A Cloud of Obscuring Thoughts

September 23, 2007

If I dont believe it,
then it never happened.

I was never covered in a sticky sodden shirt
I never had a bloody mask of gore
splashed drying across my face.

I dont remember a thing.

But it speaks from the wind through
the trees and light edged clouds race
across a crescent ship upon
this dark and bloody sea

of a dream that never happened.