Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Deepest Core

In pieces, I cup my hands around
remnants of a character I once.
Knew how to illustrate.
Illustriate...
Or what I mean to say,
is embellish in arms
of thousands of diamonds,
marked by a number, resembling quality of stone.
And the further I go, the more I uncover what
has already been there: that precious
isn't as precious as it once seemed to be.
Devilish and desirous doesn't do it justice.
Secrets are more like it.
Whether it be from holding tongue,
or moving it around on the inside of
another mouth,
mining will lead to the center,
yet I have heard that it is quite dark there.
In the deepest core.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011