Thursday, January 7, 2016

What Book Am I? (a poem)

looking like Genesis, acting like something missed,
skyscrapers rose in the world, toppling in his mind,
taking no name but his own, defying original description,
shooting questions with a semi-automatic mouth, functioning in rapid privacy,
welcoming the unwelcome, dethroning gods from foundation,

H.ad conundrums as his norm,
Robed in a dull fabric,
Overwhelmed by his own creation,
Advanced without advancement,
Rested in his run,
Killed even the sun,

He knocked down walls to build up with rubble.

A. Rebel Acting Nobody's Dreams



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