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Playing The Vibes (Free verse) by impert&ent

anchors fall scoring planes deep in crossing no word is so calm kites adrift marking time glancing among chorals no image is so clear ropes lie writing curls fuming around brass no touch is so plain

impert&ent 21-Jan-16/6:37 PM
I reckon an answer is due. I was thinking about cannon, and smoke, and extending the metaphor from coiled rope to fumes. Sort of the opposite, also, where a rope falling to the sea floor would writhe around like smoke does in air.




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