From The Surface Of Things

One of the first poems I wrote, about seven or eight years ago. Once submitted it to a local literary magazine though sadly it was not published.

This is an example of my letting the words flow from the ether to the page without consciously choosing anything about the content until after it was finished. Even then, the only editing involved was cleaning up spelling errors and punctuation in order to let it be read/spoken more easily.

I've been told by others that it's an allegory to Lucifer / Satan's thoughts upon being expelled from Heaven and his fall into Hell - personally, I can honestly say that I had no idea before writing that it would be interpreted that way. I certainly hadn't set out to achieve that particular goal.

It is what it is, feel free to take it in however you wish.