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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
When my poison breaks over the Rocks of refrigeration The crack of ice Is indicative of illumination. Sounds a thousand dulled notes In the circuitry of synapse. The soul of servitude Written in zymurgy. Then… The words that form the sentence Of your very thought Are spoken all reversed, Transpired but not rehearsed. Yet the very fumbling Of your processed verse Belies the inherent interest In the unpractised words Zymurgy... "And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three." |
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sweetpoetess Member
since 2005-02-27
Posts 428Florida |
Interesting read but I enjoyed it. Poetry is beauty in words. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this had kind of a sad feeling to it |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
this write, took great conscentration and study... Title...The many processes of Fermentation? |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 @ Lee....yep, me too and when I got it, I thought, "how cool!""Written in zymurgy" Fermented words. and "processed verse." "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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