You have an innocent smile that touches my <br />shoulders. Vowels supported by darkness itself. <br /> <br />But i can can't see death pushing aside the <br />roots of life: Life is a long meditative walk <br /> <br />about why the smell of pollen reminds one <br />of the soul. So why do we take fire onto ourselves, <br /> <br />that ends in the form of prayer. The fact that <br />such a gentle song will decompose my body. <br /> <br />My nose, blankly sniffing, dreams a dream. <br />I have an invisable flag from under falling leaves, <br /> <br />and it is still summer to the bones of the tree. <br />To the merchant of the earth and the country visited. <br /> <br />The fact that i loved you all through the night <br />behind an anchor. Behind the unlucky year <br /> <br />losing fingernails. As the chandelier of my soul <br />has countless eggs, and wisdom is wearing baskets <br /> <br />that will always hang around like this. I will always <br />change at any minute, as i have never been able <br /> <br />to dry up the tears; The color of the sky from <br />the bulb factory of heaven. Where they are reaching <br /> <br />as far out, as there are hands that are hungry <br />that i stuff my stomach with: That i dig down into <br /> <br />the grave in the dark, the place my heart is thinner <br />just for vain pride. Just to be a stained handkerchief <br /> <br />is all i remember. That is when i close my eyes. <br />That is from time to time, the ruthless interruption <br /> <br />of the outside world. The astonishing clarity of our souls <br />hung on wooden racks: infinitely beautiful. Infinitely friends <br /> <br />with what lies ahead, and who knows the mystery, and <br />why it is then, the start of a small war on the sound <br /> <br />of the sound of the sea. Why is a pearl far away from its shell, <br />the beggining and end of so many journies, i think resistance is reason alone.<br /><br />gregory collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-pearl-far-away-from-its-shell/
