Thirty years of effort
growing both above and below the crevice...
It rained
long...
He decided to rest on the moon and observe man
there was no TV...
He found a new use for his hands
he tore a slice from the atmosphere...
God had taken notice of his whereabouts
he was all powerful now...
Hiding in a wall in somebody else's mind
he observed the emotion that they called 'love...
Laying ponderously, arms spread wide
in a field crushing flowers...
Life sits and weeps in silence
...........apart from the ticking...
Ever felt a head so heavy
it flops from one side...
Looking back demoralises
paths trodden that deserved...
Mood murders wisdom
After, returns ultima...
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My mirror mocks my image daily...