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Bearings (Free verse) by emilyowey Send me a breath to stand on.
Give me a healing nod.
Hand me anything to grasp to see,
Anything thatâs real.
Iâm standing in this minute,
Spinning up and down.
Show me my direction,
I know not where to go.
I know not where Iâm looking,
I know not what I am.
Please send me a vapor, a mist, a breeze
So I can know who I am.
Up the ladder:
The Umpteenth Home
Down the ladder:
The War Jesse Owen style
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Posted: August 3, 2003 10:45 AM PDT; Last modified: August 3, 2003 10:45 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2689414 Overall Rank: 3878 Comments:
What the hell is that going to do? What are you going to take the vapor and make a fucking sandwich? Good grief.
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Anything thats real is an irritating modern day cliche.
Like the bit leading up to show me my direction and the penultimate line although the final line is a bit of a damp squib.
Not bad though