Transit

The beery glass is drawn
At the wakening of dawn,
And with every sup he takes
A watery ring he makes,
Each one an orbital mark
As time ticks from light to dark,
And in a shaft of moonshine
He sees the world in a ball of wine.


Chris Fernie, 2009




Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-11-29 at 10:42

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This attracted me for totally personal reasons, and did not dissappoint, spooky thoughts out there, I personally live in the outer atmosphere much more comfortably! I like your succinct style, Music lover, Tai
2006-11-29