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My soul rushes forward...
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My soul rushes forward... |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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My soul rushes forward, the world holds me back. Gravitational pull is the pull of your sack... What do I carry? -- Cold stars and a flag -- Worn out flag of the country I left. All the rest is not mine, but is clinging to me -- It’s the fate of the slaves to hold back the free. And I lack a reply to the question, “to be?” -- Not daring to drop off my heft. If only my arms could lift me like letters, I’d take Cupid’s arrows and spread them like feathers And rise to the words of “Nothing else matters...” And learn from the stars how to gleam. But the battery’s dead and my headphones are broken I did not get the gist of the words that they’ve spoken. As the day just began, I was rudely awoken, -- Cut off from my wonderful dream. As for now, 3 PM and my day’s just beginning 3:15 -- Wash the dishes, 3:50 -- dry cleaning Grains of sand hit the bottom and cover the meaning Of the hourglass, -- deep like your eyes. A quarter to five, there’s a date with the Muse A quarter to seven, I can’t miss the news. Then a note to oneself, “have to purchase new shoes; Need a photo -- a milk carton size...” Check out my poetry here: http://cafepoetry.com/stage1/andrey_kneller.htm#My%20Hamlet |
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