SubstitutionA Poem by Brett CampaigneHow much of my memory is substitution? for when I cement absolution I personally mix the mortar for skullmasonry How much hazy film have I restored? embellished? painted over with questionable colours? Have I bewitched our relation with the curse of distortion? while I bewitch you with my case and anger? I drag my history books through relentless rainstorms from shelter to shelter I wash the pages of mold blurring the cursive abstracting the facts from the richness of aspect How much of this legacy is carpentry? How much of past is propaganda? How many layers of self simulation sediment must I strip away? ...and are each encouraging or impediment?
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8 Reviews Added on February 11, 2008 AuthorBrett CampaigneHalifax, CanadaAboutDiffusion When it's crowded in here thats when i like to go outside more..Writing
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