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Dark's Banjo
The crow's feet by your eyes run deep
as I watch you sleep, sweet Anesthesia
into oblivion, dawning at twilight
feeling pulse of death's recreation
a paradox stalking dementia
drowning in numbness, guage by life
down dreams with long halls
as I play the dark's banjo
sweet Anesthesia
as I watch you sleep, sweet Anesthesia
into oblivion, dawning at twilight
feeling pulse of death's recreation
a paradox stalking dementia
drowning in numbness, guage by life
down dreams with long halls
as I play the dark's banjo
sweet Anesthesia
Published 14th Apr 2022
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14th Apr 2022 3:42am
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14th Apr 2022 4:11pm
Deep, touching poetry, adagio, with just the right kind of image and imagery to propel the message. The crow symbol, as a portent of death, could hardly be better placed. Then, the banjo seems to dull the senses as the persona drifts off into oblivion -- even as music can soothe the savage breast. The brevity makes the message concise and powerful.
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14th Apr 2022 5:05pm
