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consumed and infinite out here
and vague
and tired
and gravel gray
a ball
is worn
a hand
is still
the grass
is dry and crushed
and all the photographs
face down
our dented cans
of soup
of beer
our dusty explanations
we're
out past the end of things out here
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Published 29th Nov 2013
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29th Nov 2013 12:20pm
into each life sum
desolation must f
a
ll.........
nice t'see yr words again
desolation must f
a
ll.........
nice t'see yr words again
Anonymous
- Edited 28th Jan 2019 8:46am
29th Nov 2013 2:23pm
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1st Dec 2013 5:41am
1st Dec 2013 6:20pm
I thought it was 'travel gray' at first. I love the phrase 'our dusty explanations', especially coming after the 'of's - it feels like getting up slowly after being in one position for ages and trying to move carefully back into feeling alright. And I like how the last line moves out past the end of all the others, just by a slight overtaking that 'consumed and infinite...', and how vague 'things' is. It's great how slowly that last line crawls out to the edge of 'here', it makes me think of some kind of big, lazy prehistoric animal.
Anonymous
9th Dec 2013 00:36am
it starts in an infinite place and keeps crawling forward (or backward), whichever. i am inspired to get somewhere now.
going through my reading list i came across this little gem,
excellent writing probably one of my favorite poems from this site
excellent writing probably one of my favorite poems from this site
