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dream #849 |
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jasonm New Member
since 2003-10-01
Posts 8 |
now suppose this watchful nightmare that you tend with mother's care is polished bare with the wringing of your hands and the battlefield familiar stripped as seastones trenches filled stands bare and lonely and the enemy has thrown off that humanity which you yourself have striped it in dispersed it hovers weightless in the air it seeps beneath the earth to join others who wait in secret places to grow and then suppose a day comes when the sun rises for everyone but you and you walk the street intuiting the steeltoothed traps in sidewalk cracks and death's spears on the churchtops and ambush everywhere suppose the outcome of this conflict has already been constructed of the bones that you have taken from your victims to house you in when you hide your eyes and look back at the things that shame you |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
jason, this is powerful writing!!!! It has many thoughts to ponder, but I especially got caught up in the last few lines...excellent! ~S~ Accept these small gifts from my gypsy heart ~S~ |
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