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[aid] => mick
[title] => I. Midnight
[time] => 2010-05-20 10:09:50
[hometext] => -Coatepec H. Diaries Entry 1-
[bodytext] => Midnight must not be this long. I am awaiting to take shape in an open storm Thru the calm secret door of draining Back fold. Warping memory by disturbing sight, That is of myself His callus nature calls directly: “Mocking Absurd proverb Where is chemical independence Serving Its uniform of colors Politely? Beneath a tree over turned? Beneath the skin that has burned Below my left hand? Discard my irreverence Despite the symbols And projection.” I heard one time a rumor unkind in its riddle. A game of suggest in private marking. It seemed calm as the delay of timing. Spelled so an influx of directed Lightning I am not deserved Nor should sustain. In all terms will be relegated To the band abstract. I will suffer alone Beneath the bloody beaks Taughnting insanity From a wire hanging as decoration From my challice window. Hear my cry do you. Hear it well and devour This selling calendar, Of Oceanic reflection in partial making. AUTHORS PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 104 [topic] => 73 [informant] => omeoteotl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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