The sky is white. <br />I am afraid. <br />I feel tiny crocodiles <br />swimming in my veins. <br /> <br /> <br />My furious little mind <br />fills with greedy-eyed <br />mosquitos and insomniac children, <br />with noise and toil and <br />hurricanes of shame. <br /> <br /> <br />I feel the presence <br />of a murderous Czar. <br /> <br /> <br />The rain falls like knives, <br />like shadows boxing, like <br />a slow parade of undertakers. <br /> <br /> <br />The dead are all anonymous <br />and identical. Those once mighty <br />are now the breakfasts of maggots. <br />An endless geometry: <br />fate. insane with desire. <br /> <br /> <br />When I move, <br />the fog moves <br />with me. <br /> <br /> <br />I smile. <br /> <br />It's almost <br />what I wanted. <br />It's almost<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-stop-to-be-between/
