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& I stumbled...
mine have fallen;
split into crumbles,
Has my name spurted from mouths calling?
Perhaps even entrapped,
an energy I've lacked,
muscles of bones zapped,
excessive worry stacked -
I suppose...
decomposed ground ate soul up,
below levels which none can reach nor touch;
perchance:
body continues lingering just,
till eyes witness change pour over fires raging lush;
Of course days... weeks... months brew,
for mine never catch up to truth -
heaping aggrievances I've neglected,
possibilities which turn blind side of forming the resurrected;
ruminating steers nothing yet time purl sleuth;
Sight bears constraint...
clever liar in presence,
nefarious pretense,
upon knees knelt lullaby intense -
breathy
&
icy licks heavy...
I lay whole self onto blankness to define,
draw heart within words of poetry lines,
brawl such dew glistening letters onto own whispering enshrine -
rhapsody shall mine...
ensuingly find?
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
