UKArchive ID: 33517Freedom in disguise by ifyouplease
Originally published on September 5, 2014 in Poetry

western. part 10. The Town

The solemn hierarchy of trees
Follows me in the desert of time
Spreading the hourglass
Flattening the horizon
The sun eights his way
To the night in the sky
When we’re turned upside down
Momentarily I pass through a lake
Children laughter mothers the transition
I must leave behind one day
This loop which is wonderful
But now dreadfully pointless
And only a memory of someone
Once shot so as not to be hanged
Looking at the sunset fired
From God's gun.

© ifyouplease (ifyouplease on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 33517
Archived comments for Freedom in disguise
Gothicman on 06-09-2014
Freedom in disguise
Brilliant IYP, and much better and more rewarding when read in context with the other 9. Thanks, Gothicman

Author's Reply:
thanks Gothicman 🙂

stormwolf on 07-09-2014
Freedom in disguise
Wonderfully surreal Nic
Some incredible abstract phrases.
Alison x

Author's Reply:
thanks Alison xxx