Caught by the Frost

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Concentrate, Concentrate.
The pulsate of the ticks and clicks
which blow those thoughts, once intellectual, away.
Intellectual, a relative term.
They must stem from a tunnel.
It's as if the light at the end,
desired by the gnat,
is never ending. His fight to retrieve,
is Caught by the Frost. He falls.





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Megan I. said...
Jun. 10, 2009 at 8:41 pm
I love this poem, Lindsay. Really nice job! :D
 
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