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Haven (Free verse) by cyan9

While silver fruit rots on trees Forage the dry earth, now breath. Shadows coil, twist and yearn, Cogs burr and bats stir in the eaves. Piercing eyes stare from cracks Splits in beams holes in the shack, Voyeurs of the dead machines, Voyeurs in a shed unseen. Hurt dwindled like little burns, little scars, An eye for machinery, an eye fixated upon the stars, Silver by nature, silver by nurture, Silver in the head silver once dead. Clamps and forceps, medical vices held by Wires writhing beneath the leaves, Bonding with smoke like solder, A cloud of love for autumn's disease, A cloud of love for autumn's beauty.

cyan9 17-Nov-05/8:21 AM
No, not until after I submitted the response. I geuss you were suggesting that if you said you were a famous poet, that might carry more weight; even famous poets can be wrong, and I wouldn't be able to know whether you were one. If you believe zodiac, and if I trusted your opinion, then it could take it one step closer to validity. I do have ESP, but I'm afraid its on my car not in my head (oh dear, I get worse the older I get).




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