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Thu 12 Jan, 2006 09:36 pm
repititous fragmentary colours
spinning in clockwise motions
smearing the air invalid
residue glowing carving new trails
in the abandoned air above new hearts
simple rituals confess
my open wounds
casting oracles
inside my hollow chest
you stole a glance
beneath the bones
inside
a stone made from
threads of bone and silk
echoes a pulse
layered patterns weave and unweave
this tired knot.
I always have to read your poems a few times to get them AC, but, each word seems to hold such weight and power, and have hidden meanings. Good wordplay is what I'm saying. I really wish I could do that. :wink:
thank you for your kind remarks
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