Isnt Itself by Matthew Sharp its misplaced anger sporadic no mind like a childs reflexes disillusion ripples in the reflection prism the spectrum its spot glares radiation calloused causeway in the space no time can combine with a divine script of onliness fingers twist shadows on the wall that cant be see through a spoke awoke to the instability created in surrendering its dizziness to a place where stillness sings. The is itself. 12/17/2011 Posted on 12/17/2011 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)