Open Poetry #38 |
A random chain.... |
Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
Well, what have I become but the echo of the sun, the remnant of a head rush, the lone lyric of a song? The stone is still rolling and emulsion still ebony. Not red. Who can spell the devils unsold name without using ink? The answer to a query with as little sense as string theory. Soma is the food of the gods, who in turn are fed to the masses as opiates in prepared form. While uncertainty being by nature uncertain, summons strange demons born to humans becoming undone. Well, what have we become since the moment of inception? And what have we borne because all answers are unknown. There is not a word in all the world that has less meaning than "me". Unless that word is "fun". This might come easier if I but knew what I am trying to say. "And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A random "good" is added here... I do enjoy rambling thoughts... I feel like I'm home. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
cool write I love it! |
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