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grant me remedy. . .
without exception
without compromise
but not without withdrawal
from the pain inspired of life
distilled
into pools of moonglow
reflected
fragments of misconception


grant me notice. . .
the collage of struggle
beyond staggered window panes
transformed into stained-glass vis-a'-vis
as vapors unto vapors


& voice. . .
puffy pink clouds, wisping
that assume the shape of lips
antidoting lies
multiplied by truths
that disengage forever. . .


lift me higher
subdued with fragrant anticipation
eyelids trembling, fibers pulsing
every known particle wavering
into the organs
that co-exist with the sublime


morphemic distraction

enter the muse
whose eyes compile infinity
into an iris of cerulean & indigo base
bestowing
stroke & flow
stone & grind
plume & glistening doubt
sprinkled
upon the wind
resembling wing. . .
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peace as muse
Date: Monday, 2nd November 2009 @ 05:35:12 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: elle


grant me remedy. . .
without exception
without compromise
but not without withdrawal
from the pain inspired of life
distilled
into pools of moonglow
reflected
fragments of misconception


grant me notice. . .
the collage of struggle
beyond staggered window panes
transformed into stained-glass vis-a'-vis
as vapors unto vapors


& voice. . .
puffy pink clouds, wisping
that assume the shape of lips
antidoting lies
multiplied by truths
that disengage forever. . .


lift me higher
subdued with fragrant anticipation
eyelids trembling, fibers pulsing
every known particle wavering
into the organs
that co-exist with the sublime


morphemic distraction

enter the muse
whose eyes compile infinity
into an iris of cerulean & indigo base
bestowing
stroke & flow
stone & grind
plume & glistening doubt
sprinkled
upon the wind
resembling wing. . .
so that I may find my way

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