solemn daysA Poem by Toonbreath of the solemn days home to the silent vigils receding dense sun seething bodies freezing in the heating replete with the bleed of need the wordless creed fuming blood-deep the creep and seep of this beeping world keeping minds buried by conceit and release the relief leaks " each drop treacherous " show me what’s lecherous and I’ll show you what’s impetuous " the heat, the bone-burn marrow radiation perhaps the mind’s sense of invention or convention or maybe even ascension perhaps not " once the flag is dropped there is no more contention this is a truth in the strictest sense of the absolute © 2011 Toon |
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1 Review Added on April 15, 2011 Last Updated on April 15, 2011 AuthorToonPhiladelphia, PAAboutI write. I hope to get better at it. If you have an opinion on anything posted here, please feel free to share it with me. If not, don't worry too much. more..Writing
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