![]() medium-rare anthemA Poem by Nobody.![]() a little cheesy, but I like it!![]() medium-rare anthem each honest poet has ten thousand strange eyes each eye has a unique and eccentric lens to channel majesty from cold cluttered muck process the procession ingest the progression and herald the bloom of yet uncracked seeds * pens spider-weave hope, fear, lust and dream in mystical webs of soul-driven hunger capture winged moments that would buzz by unnoticed and siphon their pulsing glory and gore * nurture pure nature neuter sheer bane spin color of sunlight and virtue of rain make rhythm of racket form life from dead air foster true change with jagged edged jolts without whispered beauty and wailing regale of poets on couches, on thrones, in cold jails poets hoisted on shoulders or hung up with nails the passion, the power, the spirit would fail * pine on drastic dreamers and focus your skills polish your viewers and sharpen your barbs sift refuse for treasure, cast demons in ink process the procession ingest the progression and herald the bloom of yet uncracked seeds without poets passing time is thistle and weed © 2010 Nobody.Author's Note
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