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I sit in-(this room)
not
feeling (a thing)in the-multitude-of-
feelings
the walls
[close in]
like a youth-centric
reality show on the
primetime telly
the lizard s---t----o--p-s
-midway-
B l i n k
The smell of
DEATH
saturates
the air-deaf
in the utter silence
of the voices
the noises
Death of
a dream
a whim
a want
a wish
a poem
a poet
a story
a life
a star
a starstruck
a moonstruck
a child
a moment
The stars
--------r>u>s>h t>h>r>u-----
as the canopy
turns a new hue
in timelapse
Sigur Ros in the
(background)
permeates
(Alafoss it reads)
A tiny voice asks
'to take the cue'
up and see----------->(the dehumidifier)
I look
I stare [o u t s i d e]- (the demystifier)
B l i n k
The lizard stays put in the
lizard point
from somewhere
a stone revolves
(000000000000000)
a few degrees
(ooooooooooooo)
in a relatively
less cold place
B l i n k.
Photograph courtsey-Mehmet Turgut
Published 5th Feb 2012
| Edited 20th Feb 2012
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5th Feb 2012 4:52am
Lyrically and Visually imprinting. As always, you make me think of things differently. Adoration :) Sun and Shine
5th Feb 2012 5:04am
Princess
Overjoyed that you stopped here.
It was an experiment on the spur.
The feelings of a moment, a blink
morphed into a poem.
Glad it spoke.
S'
Overjoyed that you stopped here.
It was an experiment on the spur.
The feelings of a moment, a blink
morphed into a poem.
Glad it spoke.
S'
5th Feb 2012 6:26pm
5th Feb 2012 9:55pm
