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For being shaken out of Bad Thoughts. (Free verse) by fevriere Orange decibels, the response of western sky
to death. With unerring frequency, the sky is sure
of death.
The race of the rhythm of day, the sudden sputtering,
ideal-coloured sky..
We trust that hot intensity
of death: what is there else?
.. Until stars.
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Posted: January 5, 2005 12:26 PM PST; Last modified: January 5, 2005 12:26 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.880797 Overall Rank: 10297 Comments:
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Dovina @ 69.175.6.101
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6-Jan-05/7:52 AM
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A fine comparison if you can know about afterlife (stars). The clockwork nature of sunsets (death) seems and the certainty of night seems stretched. Still a good poem.
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