Skycap Mystery.

The air was flawed with soul-dirtied junction
Unfamiliar trees whose branches malfunction
Images reeled in my head, reflecting forked decisions
Invert -- fallen leaves on the ground were imprisoned

I don't recall the cause of tripping, but I must have fallen due
To the parched cotton personality making it's way through
The bitter taste of soil, coated my limp in glaze
The aroma proved my calibers been sent to lower phase.

My flesh adapted to the writhing and raspberry skin
Of the leeching denial I had tripped and fallen in
In the stale air I rot, scaring my coteries away
Until I found the strength to listen at what life 'd say

Finally rooted deep is lesson's wrinkled, ripened seed
With silk-sun encouragement, I promise never to repeat
I can see the white-winged chance thats set right in front of me
The queries of past life I have set aside with gentle ease

Now the only thought I have, seeking aid, with me you'll see
Is simply, softly put: "Where might this skycap be taking me?"

copyright (c) Novalyn Grace
September 19th 2007 6:53 PM

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I'd been short-winded today, but really
desired to write. I'm not happy with it though.
Any feedback/ratings are greatly appreciated
and returned. Thank you! =J