June's call.
You've been summoned to the table
But you dine on kitchen floors
He who raises kings from stables
Throws a feast you can't afford
The trappings you are hoarding
Are a garnish on His dish
His finery He's pouring
Into empty fists
You're so stuck on spreading wings
And spanning seas abroad
You fail to see your feet
And the snakes on which they trod
But you dine on kitchen floors
He who raises kings from stables
Throws a feast you can't afford
The trappings you are hoarding
Are a garnish on His dish
His finery He's pouring
Into empty fists
You're so stuck on spreading wings
And spanning seas abroad
You fail to see your feet
And the snakes on which they trod
posted by Matt at Sunday, June 05, 2005
4 Comments:
dang matt..beautiful.
nashtrash where are you?
wow. that is very profound bro.
i checked this again..off of chance there would be something new..and i was again blown away by the words written from june..absolutely gorgeous..i see why you havent wrote again.
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