| One StepToo Far Over The faces of stillness lay veiled in the valley, as dark satin melodies upheld the horizon, and with feverish fervor polished the whims of the survivors, whose vestibule daring made madness unholy-- caring for nothing, caring for all... ...unworthy... Nimble nuckles prayed joyous in parachute mornings, descent but a question as yet not entirely in the picture; then held in the dentention of idyllic nights, to grow on in an ascent to it's time. The veined seeded cloud appeared as if out of nowhere, but the shroud had covered mind's eye--heartless alterings; it was always there, and fed on itself; consumed in it's emptiness, bemused by it's wantings; detatching from many, refracting thru few; bursting all into nothingness, as was it's plan. Hiding it's cumulus eternal span from all but who must trod it's trail alone. A trial, then a judgement; a mask that unveiled it's all-seeing eye-- peeled back to the bone; crushing the life it had offered... one step too far over. Borderline signatures erratically engraved in liquid lunacy; immobile in the futile terror, errors of essence cowering unsafe in the presence of it's anonymity. © Sarah Gallant 2001-2002 |