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[aid] => mick
[title] => nothing quite that was ever...
[time] => 2008-03-21 03:17:46
[hometext] => This is experimental. What do you think?
[bodytext] => Nothing quite that was ever quiet as rain in the early mornings of our recollections, we travel on the backs of sparrows drifting, irrevocably pungent--as long as we have eyes we have no right to distrub cautious equillibrium caught in the soft hair of wings. Whatever it was, was indeed clever--ly scribbled with crooked words, spooked minds--never that sane-- was the line I kept repeating, I’ll never gloss by, chosen in my prince-wear-attire, given blankets for the others, stripped of gratuity, without license, identification, glory of the state--as long as we have eyes we have no right, and scewed, the camera lens lied by misrepresenting the angle of attention, I’m an old sack of meat locked in the freezer out back. Perhaps the guns on the rack will protest the pull and fire upon a screaming nest. We’ve isolated the source. Comfort-able it’s stable outdoors now that nothing flies through the cloudless sky--The Sun tells stories of creation, creatures encapsulate strategies of adaptation, and at night find themselves in the moon. Georgeous movements of tissue and flesh, muscular drive bends delight found out now, nothing quite that was ever quiet--in this must have bellowed, our hoarsness derives from our inability to judge, compare, contrast, and draw conclusions from observation--instead, our obsessions contrive the rest from the unskilled labor we exert unthinkingly, missing the guise of our digressions tied to our lifeless limbs. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 21 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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