| Open Poetry #44 |
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Tangible explosion. |
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PrestonThePoet Member
since 2007-11-07
Posts 87 |
Great white rapids rush past my fingertips; Deep pools of clutter tangle thought. Mists of flavor toy with my senses. Eyes flicker, they’re burning out. Pulses shock organs. Music dampens our activity. Into a slow, gentle sway. Past a state of consciousness, Through the barriers of reality |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Interesting poem, Preston, I like it. Ida |
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