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IV. Obsession
Contributed by
omeoteotl
on
Tuesday, 25th May 2010 @ 09:06:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The obsession disrobed. The obsession coming into order And leaving no one alone.
Upon last moments Laying in the sun, Out of the rain, I will seize all who wander Beyond the stone And eat all that ponder The axis of seed Growing Between a rusty belt And a shadowy groan.
Who is this demon dancing Madly like a seaman On his throne Proposing The world should fold Or bow down to the mold Of science spreading upon sight?
The answer,
All in the letter I. My shahman of me. The intrigue, The insight into perspectives Sleeping on a white Tile of roses.
I should disclose The connecting modem To the source, And allow disorder To eclipse a sign.
Its difficult to sustain, More to abstain from my dressing.
Copyright ©
omeoteotl
... [
2010-05-25 09:06:36] (Date/Time posted on
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