Through an ant's view <br />an unhindered eye of a needle; <br />words are breathing. <br />An ongoing flow, <br />yet I am in trance. <br /> <br />But your glazed-over eyes <br />are oblivious of the wind. <br />Your words are sharp, <br />scathing my senses. <br />If only in silence you can see <br />the dream that drifts... <br /> <br />Puffed up podiums <br />are like balloons when pricked. <br />Together with the dust; <br />we are minuscules consumed <br />by the hollow of the earth. <br /> <br />Strands of words <br />are but tools spiralling <br />in zigzag course; trapped <br />in pride. <br />may the wind take us, <br />let the time dissolve <br />in between.Without an image <br />we'll blend...<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/communing-with-a-god/
