Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Bottles of Life

The bottles of life yield some liquid
Across the time lines—many vessels
Contain some antidote for life or death
Sometimes I drink for the good of life
While then again I've drank death,
Sometimes I feel no pain though
Other times great pain most aching,
Falling forwards emotions ravished
Into the drowning atmospheres I go
Sometimes I find salvation sometime not.