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Monday, May 11, 2009

Sun Cycle: or, The End of the World (+ New Version)

The sun sets forever
In the mountains it sinks
Through all kinds of weather
It neither sleeps nor thinks

In the mountains it sinks
through the rocks and the trees
It neither sleeps or thinks
In the dark mountain's teeth

Through the rocks and the trees
Through all kinds of weather
In the dark mountain's teeth
When the sun sets forever

NEW VERSION!

Sun Cycle: or, The End of the World

The sun will set forever
At the end of each day it will sink
No matter the strength of the weather
Like clockwork, while gazing eyes blink

At the end of each day it will sink
Through cloud forms and rocks and through seas
Like clockwork, while gazing eyes blink
The sun tears a rift in the breeze

Through cloud forms and rocks and through seas
It drops behind mountain ridge blades
The sun tears a rift in the breeze
Tomorrow’s beginning to fade

It drops behind mountain ridge blades
And a birthday cake candle burns bright
Tomorrow’s beginning to fade
As if someone just blew out the light

And a birthday cake candle burns bright
As my body is slammed by the weather
The Son of God blows out the light
On the day that the sun sets forever

2 comments:

  1. *blinks*

    What on earth inspired you to do something like that!? Holy crap, reading aloud + slow = epic win. The words fall in and out of order over the entire page just to swerve back into themselves and end perfectly.

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