Open Poetry #8 |
Flux |
deb Junior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 44Reading, Pa., USA |
This river lies before me Flowing with fever Vacuity has no space here.... Its locution shrouding secret storms Changness occurs with every passing ripple Dormant reflections of truth unveiled... Upon my heart lies it's indifference to that which surrounds it As the moon rises to delineate the place that was left behind Torpid thoughts resurrected in time... [This message has been edited by deb (edited 07-18-2000).] |
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