Epitome Shining
By Joe Dickinson
Hold on!
Farewell!
What is life
But a series
Of strange events
Anyways?
I know.
The water.
Rustling
Can be
A very dissettling
Sound
Sometimes.
Harry…what?
Your angle
Is a little skewed.
Watch me – friend, lover,
Confidante –
I’m going to breathe
Fire
From my
Gills.
All things must
Pass, but all things must
Come
As well.
The time is ticking –
Help me, you’ve become
My one and only
Hope.
Copyright 2007 Joe Dickinson