Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted <br />Into the many-colored sounding world. <br />Today everything has long since drowned. <br />Here is a thing. <br />There is a thing. <br />Something seems like this. <br />Something seems otherwise. <br />How easily someone blows out <br />The whole flowering earth. <br />The sky is cold and blue. <br />Or the moon is yellow and flat. <br />A forest has many individual trees. <br />There's nothing more to cry about. <br />There's nothing more to scream about. <br />Where am I--<br /><br />Alfred Lichtenstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ash-wednesday-12/
