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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Transformation
[time] => 2002-12-25 00:20:00
[hometext] => a poem about changes.
[bodytext] => Somewhere along the road
A stone was dropped and left for worthless Discarded and forgotten Useless and inferior I'd carried it for years, a burden bearing down on me, Perched between my shoulderblades, crushing fragile vertebrae But somewhere along the road I managed to let go of it Dropped it on the sopping asphalt Blanked it from my conciousness Erased it from my memory Left it all behind Felt the changes come over me Felt the pain alleviate I'd carried it for years, digging into chalky ribs Weighing down my wings, binding me and harnessing But somewhere along the road Somewhere along, i elavated Watched it come undone Saw the bullets crippling Witnessed my own birth again As my body lifted upwards And dropped the stone beneath my feet Saw it plummet down and down and down and down But aeons later, Suffering has reached a higher order Angels are diseased and dying, Tangible again and rotting So now i have returned, Sick of consequential justice Back unto this space My Birth and final resting place I've opened up my mind, Pandora's box, a pit of serpents Unleasing within A crowd of demons hungry and knife-toothed And now i'm closing it again, sealing with a vomit solvent Never to be opened, for fear of earth's contamination Somewhere along the road A stone was dropped and left for worthless in this very spot Where i stand alone today Everything has changed But it isn't it amusing how the years have worked apon the stone Pressurising Mutating Changing and re-creating Purifying everything Weathering and corroding Changes deep within the stone And now i see it glistening, My burden which i dropped so heavily in this very spot Now this stone is pure and neat, Of value and is beautiful I'll gladly carry it again this jewel for the rest of my gentle journey But this time in my hand So that i might feel it's surface cool and smooth against my new skin. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 43 [informant] => EndEformEtrancE [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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