5.31.2000 :
One
Night
A branch scratches at my locked window,
trying to get in.
I awake and look,
there are no covers.
A Wind breaks a drift of snow,
so close outside.
A garden of eden has it's own seasons.
Thunder roaring louder each time,
I hear another.
But hide my eye from the flash of light.
The water rises higher,
as I wade through blindly.
The water has not drenched me,
but yet I fear I will drown.
Where can I be, but my own world?
As it howls and blows,
I will look away.
I will not let this wind-storm come in.
I will let it pass me by,
and let another
stronger
storm
break my window.
Message to Michael
- notes from a boye from the last century
for the man of this one.
michael rex booth aka: daNe michael cameron (1987)
baCk
to reAliTy reX.
