the magician erased meA Poem by Nanif I am invisible, I cannot feel painI gave me up in a mushroom cloud and light seemed to strike from every angle could it be the philosopher's stone has rubbed me smooth? a sparkle once died but once again my life when me is forgotten finds creation as its metaphor
a simple sacrement bears a stone cast into water the waves connect hourglass from above rays outward every wish for heaven's power mine to use if what I claim is given
I drift sun among the clouds that hide brilliance I cannot claim for if I did I would blind © 2008 NanReviews
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1 Review Added on July 14, 2008 AuthorNanKansas City, MOAboutThought I would share the irish band I'm playing with for the simple fact that St. Patty's will be here soon. Follow the link and hear some tunes. www.myspace.com/kelawenmusic more..Writing
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