Tortuous and endless lines of societyA Poem by Prates
Traced yarns, tangled over each other.
Undulating abstraction. The outline of the severed hand. Heartbeats. Radial vibrations Crossed circles By phallic lines. From the phallus to falsity Creating generates the confusion of living. Ignition of the search for Understandment of the confusion. Being human is not walking in straight lines But in the circles that lead us to everything. Existing in the terrestrial cenotaph is existing in the naturalistic perfection. © 2010 Prates |
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2 Reviews Added on October 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 30, 2010 AuthorPratesLisbon, Lisbon, PortugalAboutDoes it matter? I'm probably the only portuguese here, so.. I'm 20 and I just write poetry. The rest is history. I have a blog. Check it out, if you read portuguese. more..Writing
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