* <br />(inspiration) <br /> <br />I want to open the door <br /> and throw myself down <br /> the mountain we live on top of <br /> merely fall through the darkness <br /> and fall until wings are growing out <br /> <br /> <br />* <br />(imitation) <br /> <br />Down <br /> in the highway viaduct <br />the voices of the dead are heard <br /> loudly roaring <br /> <br />as thoughts we are <br />as cursory <br /> <br /> <br />* <br />(an act) <br /> <br />Humid and red <br />the petals of the carnation <br />trampled on the club floor <br />like the love I try to keep on hand <br />and give to you <br />you with an avoiding face<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/three-nights/
