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Colloid (Free verse) by skaskowski

As it rains outside The drops are like tiny fragments of water Falling like objects that are dropped... Inside the house, The fireplace crackles With a sound like burning flakes of wood. Inside my chest, My heart beats Like a routinely contracting muscle. Outside my chest The light bulb glares Like a radiant object of luminousity. Outside the house The thunder echoes Like a great booming of atmospheric origin. Above the cloud The moon still shines Like an object reflecting sunlight. Inside my brain I feel a thought Like a synapse firing an electric charge And i hear the sound of a car Rolling away like an object on wheels...

anonymous 16-Jul-01/7:01 PM
The likening of an object or thing to exactly what it is is somewhat irritating, yet strangely compelling. I think I like it, but I'm not quite sure...




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