Thursday, 22 December 2011

Tyrant


I want to spread my message from sea
To shining sea. Conversing with millions by
Means of print and yellowing paper.
A god immortalized within books, I
Want to conjure goose bumps from the other side.

Readers, followers, believers, will obtain a front row seat
To my mind. My thoughts clutched firmly in their fists.
An orchestral hymn plays along with all the other sounds
I have created for the reader to enjoy. Hopefully after I’m gone
Someone will want to hear me sing. Does your skin crawl?

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