Sunday, August 15, 2010

a Metatronic Rhyme


me, im from the middle east, my name jarusalam
sound waves i speak conjure cubes of metatron
i can manifest the microphone i tatoo'd on my arm
and grow a flower out of it to bloom in every mind
subtle ripples emanate the petals on the pond
make a puddle of the ocean with my rain boots on

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is so lyrical. Somber but powerful. Thanks for sharing this.

Nathanielt said...

this is damn good!