Last Zachariah was underwater

by tzesiangrose   Jan 26, 2012


In dreams and parallel world I explore furthest,
clock was tickling but does not resound for skepticism.
The lost continents turn ghost of wonders in air
and only being are Zachariah walking on underwater bed.
Dive down, dive forward, the plague has reach-
I soared under bright rippling light as last man's air fade.

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  • 13 years ago

    by L

    I'll be honest, I'm not sure what it means.
    But I liked how it sounded. I'll come back to read it again and see if I understand it later on.

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