Cenotaph
2+2=4
- May 7, 2012
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Improvised untitled poem
The cracked glass of flying is apparent to me,
But I've lived several millennia in my mind.
Untitled poem
I know now what it means to be disembodied
Because I've found eggshells to have a concrete
Correlation with cars.
The fluttering and shuttering of mute, but felt
Rules rule nobody, but it does rule many minds.
But not mine.
I'm "shelterless" in my lack of companionship, but
My Matryoshka worlds provide an adequate rooftop.
And I am screaming at this rooftop to stop
Because I am afraid.
"Reworking of Improvised Poem on Fear and Paranoia II"
Vibrations of faces,
Of faces -- white faces
Drawing up shelterless? noises
In the shelterlessness of shut lids
Metallic bang! a dead
Argument is born,
And the icy stirrings of
"What could be" is
Gifted to me as it drips
The cracked glass of flying is apparent to me,
But I've lived several millennia in my mind.
Untitled poem
I know now what it means to be disembodied
Because I've found eggshells to have a concrete
Correlation with cars.
The fluttering and shuttering of mute, but felt
Rules rule nobody, but it does rule many minds.
But not mine.
I'm "shelterless" in my lack of companionship, but
My Matryoshka worlds provide an adequate rooftop.
And I am screaming at this rooftop to stop
Because I am afraid.
"Reworking of Improvised Poem on Fear and Paranoia II"
Vibrations of faces,
Of faces -- white faces
Drawing up shelterless? noises
In the shelterlessness of shut lids
Metallic bang! a dead
Argument is born,
And the icy stirrings of
"What could be" is
Gifted to me as it drips
