gold water armyA Poem by m.s.earlyintentionally placed each stitch; heavens seamed, woven within. seamstress calloused, dejected, and thick, driven, fatigued, and needle pricked. back to work spinster, weave and spin. her soul, it strained to stay in stride, and her bounds were weakening and thin... wondered if nature's fabric would be best untied, and the seamstress revolted inside. she ran the loom now in reverse. worlds began to quake, collide. where was the Tailor of the Universe? nature's sutures coiled up on the floor, having been excluded, He ignored.
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Added on January 17, 2014Last Updated on January 17, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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