Overrun

Prodding from an unseen source.
Invaded by unseemly force.
Turning mind and spirit inside out.
Juxtaposed, creating insane doubt.

Afraid to make a move and spit it out.
With paralyzed personas breaking down.
Half frozen, dripping deity from form.
Their cruelty paraded, love unborn.

Shards of jewels burning bright.
Stepping stones of pure delight.
Crushed beneath the movement of the hordes.
Succeeded by an awful wish for more.

Like waves of blood that rolled into the shore.
Sheer multicolor of an angry roar.
Calling up the unseen forces.
Uncaring of intent or sources.

With monitors that softly glowed.
Electrical, the damning din goes on.
Unrecorded by the sinning sun.
Until the need to move was overrun...

? Michaelette ?

11/27/2005
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