The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The Great Gig in the Sky


winter

roaring nightly but drowning daily

spring

staking its claim deep in the dirt

summer

skulking away into a solemn sunset

autumn

arriving as a peacock in disguise a crow

GOD

sweating profusely

with

each breath a gale of exhaustion

as the

seasons seek dominion over the other


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