Metaphysical Metaphor
The whole world is in myself. It breaths in God and breaths out Time. It is sterile, but it gives birth to questions. It grinds nations to powder and brews them into coffee. It pours Destiny into it’s coffee cup like cream and muses as it stirs. It sips and gazes into the universe, sitting still and silent at its axis as it spins and hurtles round the sun, and wonders what it’s own fate will be as it travels about it’s well-worn track, going in circles again.
January 6th, 2007 at 2:45 am
I like it, Mel. Keep this tone and flow in the back of your mind for some other writing projects.