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The consistency of frailty (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I am the guerney that wheels expectant mothers to the delivery room, and the frame under cloth and plastic that protects the child. And I am the crossbar that changes the wheel and keeps you on schedule. And I am the structure that holds persons high and shields against the elements. And I am the beam that spans great widths and reaches lands. And I am the vessel of oversized hearts and braun. Bitter cold has made me brittle and I am fearful of myself. Proverbs 27:17

INTRANSIT 18-May-03/11:08 AM
Dear Poetsettle,

What exactly, is the point of poetry?
As I have yet to find a point to anything.

INTRANSIT




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