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Autophage (Free verse) by Cha no Onna

personality is the stuff of dreams all chaos is internally perceived my thoughts flow and twist into impressions, emotions and words from my brain to my mouth to God i recreate, exist, destroy recreate, exist, destroy so they are gone. They existed once, woven out of the stuff of dreams but I ate them. who knows when, perhaps ripples from the past shall form faces in this clay scream to the sudden-present world and then be erased the constant root belies its natural state.

Cha no Onna 8-Oct-02/5:14 PM
It's not "bellies." It's "belies," a different word.

Belies, Belied: To picture falsely, to misrepresent. (www.dictionary.com)




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