estranged BeingA Poem by Brett CampaigneI am Being estranged from Being by time I an not satisfied with the quality of the fish I catch with my I shaped lure, However U shaped lures bear greater fruit although so many parasites lie beneath skin to pull apart would puree the meal (meat milkshake) Your I shaped lure was crafted by your own hand U infuse it with the pride of your labour but the success of the hook overshadows the importance of your work Perhaps the I is a better harpoon by which U may skewer this whale's vast and thick hide if U didnt simultaneously feel your own flesh pierced by the violence of your thrust by your own need to get down to things get to the heart for U assume U will be vis a vis with your eternal inscription upon what U are but U are Being estranged Time is running out, Hunter U must pin down and kill the world before I kill U. © 2008 Brett CampaigneReviews
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7 Reviews Added on June 5, 2008 Last Updated on June 9, 2008 AuthorBrett CampaigneHalifax, CanadaAboutDiffusion When it's crowded in here thats when i like to go outside more..Writing
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