the F**K of ITA Poem by Brett Campaignea myriad of hexagon portals insect eye unguided from the get-go recurring each sequential sinkhole dilation but not wide enough to let the universe drain in You cast your dragnets across the surface in varying trascendent gradations but if the mesh is too thin... a net becomes a curtain opacity must be maintained hexagon portal matrix insect eye without the benefit of a reactionary stance the world sits calm ignoring you not wanting to plunder you too full to devour you too numb to steal a caress from your lonely head a tapestry that recedes as you advance until you unsheath your resolve and carve through... © 2008 Brett CampaigneReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 13, 2008 AuthorBrett CampaigneHalifax, CanadaAboutDiffusion When it's crowded in here thats when i like to go outside more..Writing
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