The Cathari Earth-Prison

I live in a hollow fleshy egg
My lawn is an island of flying daggers
I live suspended alone above

In case I am at once ready to go
Sleep and not ever wake

It is brilliant odd to see yourself
In a photograph a mirror a dagger
Or a billion daggers soaring

Who belongs to a photograph
Who belongs to a dagger


The reflections let me know I live
When I look from my little window
The pinkness in the sea of daggers

The pink could be a sea or an island
I could live in a castle or a prison

No one will tell me
No one writes or calls
I wish the daggers would come up

I would love the daggers to be my guests
I will not go down to them yet

The Cathari Earth-Prison

wythe

Joined December 2007

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