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[title] => Clockwork
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[bodytext] => Glide, like a pendulum, at the curtain call, we're all onstage, caught in the craze, dragging behind an arrowless quiver like a butterfly, rushing from the doldrums, blindsided mid-flight by the hastiness of night, as haggard as a whisper those foreign words that make you feel at home, harness your pain, someday your brain may comprehend what the stars say goodbye to planted dreams, to unspeaking rhetoricians that pacify with cajolery pie, and poisoned words that linger in the promise of tomorrow and shatter frozen sunsets when all else sinks in an eternity of ink and the steady hand begins to quiver when the bedrock shakes, shiver when the levy breaks, but never surrender to quaint clichés, shun the shackles that tackle your mind and grab hold of something that can't be defined in a single word. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 247 [topic] => 21 [informant] => proudestmonkey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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