Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I, Robot


To bow at your epi-centre
Where aftershocks and premonitions abound
To kiss the day we met
With ever increasing detail defined
To run my hands
Across the years that span the taste of you
To be enclosed
To be encased
As if all that waits in tomorrow’s hallway
Can wait a little longer

6 comments:

Jimmy said...

Intriguing...

Tom said...

living in the moment...who does that?

Yodood said...

Now defined by all the things it is not for there's no time to say what it is … beautiful.

The pic threw me off at first reading. You do that sometimes.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Those useless fuckers at Blogger went and lost the comments left here last week.
Always trying to fix something that isn't broken.

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

I were here.
Mind expanding words-o-yorn posted here.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Yodood: I'm glad they managed to restore your comment - good to hear from you.

Dizzyfit: keep on expanding

Tom: we all do ;]

Jimmy: Thanks for the visit pal