Judgement DayA Poem by Michael OliverSwung -turn- glared - into a seat Happen so - glance and hormone utteranced Reason gone - no encoding or ignoring A deadpan turmoil of tranced fancy Being a limit at the limit A short expression from occupant air - ticked -upon the passage of landscape - - accepted - declined - a presence of survivalAfter Eden - watch - rooms stood alone Fixed points chatting about their decay Crumble until and under their shadow The rubble - voiceless - amongst the grass © 2016 Michael OliverFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on March 18, 2016 Last Updated on March 25, 2016 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..Writing
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