UndefinedA Poem by LindenDefinition uncertain; untitled in the white of the morning. What was formed in the words of the past has been deformed; torn down to the basement foundation where a reform candidate sifts mandate from jetsam, with questions unasked and answers unknown. Topographies flattened under press of the frayed cord iron. What was heightened by Eros and gradated by Gaea has been risen and dazed; The rubble’s been razed and then dozed, leveled to pastures of inadequacy while a part-time notary Leads bloodhounds on leashes and the unemployed road crews hunt sport for to feed to the lions. Undeniably trying. Undefined, in the white of the morning. © 2010 Linden |
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Added on August 20, 2010 Last Updated on August 20, 2010 AuthorLindenMyrtle Beach, SCAboutForgotten passwords and user names have kept me from logging in to my account, but some of you will remember me. more..Writing
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