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Array ( [sid] => 125809 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Only Signs [time] => 2006-09-16 08:51:56 [hometext] => What do you do when you don't even have the words? [bodytext] => Crouched in the netherworld and wreathed in by human ropes
Snapping off fingers that don’t need maintenance,
An endless stream of consciousness
Allays my fears and catapults me into wild staring.
There is no way of concentrating
Not now when the words cluster together so much
That they emerge all wrong and not quite grammatical.

Did you, did you snap off my sentences?
Was it you who filched my meaning?
Nothing is said because paper is emotionless
And anything relevant comes from the beginning
So that the end and the meaning and the emotion
Are thrown onto the speeding screaming train
To non-voice.

Are thoughts forever?
Thoughts that are unfinished; do they hang around?
Do they sleep in cotton wool bliss, numbed?
Creep up on you when you least expect it?
Suddenly, you start to end a thought from thirty years ago
Blow off the dust and ignore the redundancy.
Now you understand. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 73 [informant] => Wolfareen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )

Only Signs

Contributed by Wolfareen on Saturday, 16th September 2006 @ 08:51:56 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Crouched in the netherworld and wreathed in by human ropes
Snapping off fingers that don’t need maintenance,
An endless stream of consciousness
Allays my fears and catapults me into wild staring.
There is no way of concentrating
Not now when the words cluster together so much
That they emerge all wrong and not quite grammatical.

Did you, did you snap off my sentences?
Was it you who filched my meaning?
Nothing is said because paper is emotionless
And anything relevant comes from the beginning
So that the end and the meaning and the emotion
Are thrown onto the speeding screaming train
To non-voice.

Are thoughts forever?
Thoughts that are unfinished; do they hang around?
Do they sleep in cotton wool bliss, numbed?
Creep up on you when you least expect it?
Suddenly, you start to end a thought from thirty years ago
Blow off the dust and ignore the redundancy.
Now you understand.

Copyright Â© Wolfareen ... [ 2006-09-16 08:51:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Only Signs (User Rating: 1 )
by twbanter on Saturday, 16th September 2006 @ 10:45:03 AM AEST
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He, he, he , he.... (Snicker..)
So THAT's what happens! Maybe it's not so redundant after all, and I guess this ISN'T a mental illness after all! (LOL)
Very creative, great concept, and well written!

Tom W

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