![]() Penultimate PenultimatumA Poem by AnalgesiaAnd with tension drawn like a string Mounting Waiting With days shot dead on sight We wade through fluid black fabric till alphabetized algorithm of academic ascension footsteps end with a geriatric handshake
Then, Cut loose to wither-fizzle in the tangle of days, Mind filled with unfulfilled wanderlust, We wind ourselves in tired remembrance- Entranced in kaleidoscope memories Only for it to begin again And again. © 2010 AnalgesiaReviews
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1 Review Added on July 4, 2010 Last Updated on July 4, 2010 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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