CodaBrink

A metal box. Where the world sits. Where, All things have a place; all rules are set, put in motion All things measured; judged to fit a mode, a purpose All things blaring with opinions. Voices shouting! Violently mixed! All things scattered. Broken from unrealistic realities Where, Right from wrong blur towards a dull gray Colors too bright, too shady, too edgy, too smooth Are told to conform, to blend into one, to fade away… A metal box. Where the world sits. Where, All things have a role, have a line, hold a stage All things empty, looking for mass, the right energy All things corrupted, tangled. Burned with secrets Al

A breath in, a slow breath out Drawn in and released as night settles around Her damp body, soft in the moon's glow. A breath in, a slow breath out A small flutter, she opens her mixed green eyes To envelop the dark space, fuzzy are shapes. A breath in, a slow breath out Grass beneath her curls under her weight Sighing with a moan of worship it caresses her back, Her neck, her shoulders, her arms, her legs. Bends, it encircles, her hands, her fingers, her toes and feet. A breath in, a lengthy breath out Gaze rising, drifting aimlessly into the vast space For serenity, to be lifted into some aliens reality A breath in, a lengt