Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

Posted
29 October 2007 @ 10pm

Category:
Incoherent Poetry

shitty ditty

pulled and snapped to
nearly away, cracked, rapped
sentience loses sentance and structure
flustered fools rake leaves in drifts and drift in leaves
last clinging, now remained swift
left aloft by the absence of presence and sense
rift slips tense and
rip deepens.

the shadow once here
parted
only for part to return a hole
wholly swallowed

Spit. Forget.


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