looking into the deptst of choas

into the pit

of blazing fire

flowing fresh river

gusting winds

and somber blade of grass

the hysteri of the mix

the freshness of the grass

heat of the

blazing fire

gusting winds

speading seeds of hope

the flames engufing serenity

and water flowing free.

on the edge of the 'madness

with only one way to go

down into the choas

no parchute

no wings

no path down

nothing to do but freefall

into the choas

closing your eyes

feet first with only a

prayer and wish

5-2007- dayzeday