June 11, 2009
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Failing to reach around the corner
the little fellow feels for the sound
around the coffen and open
to a new vision of incisions
and gashes, things that mash
and flash to a new
era of unknowing certainty and
undermotivated learning
where new things have grown old
breaking the mold, unfold in a
way without sound or sight
of vines or towns,
which kinds of rounds
have you found
to use against them?
Heaven reaches to the corner
and shows the mourner
No creepy crawlies are there...

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Starrlyt said...
Apr. 27, 2010 at 12:23 pm
You're a really good poet.  Keep it up and please read some of mine...
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