Extent (-ion) PT2A Poem by C. MclarenNo description for this.
Invisible words creating new worlds
every second is filled with new pulse nothing changes but things are rearranged making room for all the new implants. Sharp toned sound beats all around us Invisible pulse to match the invisible words the words that are like the cells of the bodies coating everything from the smallest atom to the very surface. Reality is made this way It all goes unnoticed, keep quite not for some sinister plan but to achieve wonder without creating panic and so as to not overwhelm the ecosystem. © 2011 C. MclarenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorC. MclarenBarbadosAboutThese books of poems, songs or whatever it is I write have gotten fairly good reviews so far from the persons across the world I've shared them with. Some of my writings are dark, some give light and .. more..Writing
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