Greedy sheep by Meagan GreenGravel lies underneath wool snow
shaved off sheep who don't know
how to translate between the weather report
and their own natural
nervousness,
excitement...
maybe I am a sheep.
Perhaps you areĀ
Shovels dig through soft ice
shaved off a spectacular display of
incorrect atmospheric conditions created
solely by the sweet natural
greediness,
fear of change.
Delicious how we go up hill.
Maybe we do not.
Our manifestation of destiny
will destroy the ground beneath us,
and since time is an illusion,
we have already fallen into hell. 09/05/2007 Posted on 09/06/2007 Copyright © 2024 Meagan Green
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