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…intention to deaden impact marks which lure…
…but the indention remains…
…i’ve creased the page that began our chapter…
…and did not keep myself…
…from browsing through the letters of expressions upon faces…
…as you look at me blindly from a photo…
…through black portals of dot-matrix pixel display…
…which are no longer anything…
...but deceptions paused...
…but i find chasms…
...in lies...
…and in fooly…
…10,000 miles away from skin…
…and 10,000 miles in the opposing direction from propriety …
...of action..
…furthering myself from angelic wait…
…as i fall into floor-boards which are indifferent…
…in a tragedy upon the floor-panels of my unrest…
…but the indention remains…
…i’ve creased the page that began our chapter…
…and did not keep myself…
…from browsing through the letters of expressions upon faces…
…as you look at me blindly from a photo…
…through black portals of dot-matrix pixel display…
…which are no longer anything…
...but deceptions paused...
…but i find chasms…
...in lies...
…and in fooly…
…10,000 miles away from skin…
…and 10,000 miles in the opposing direction from propriety …
...of action..
…furthering myself from angelic wait…
…as i fall into floor-boards which are indifferent…
…in a tragedy upon the floor-panels of my unrest…
Published 4th Feb 2010
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Anonymous
5th Feb 2010 2:08am
Lovely poem, pained and powerful. Simultaneously classical and modern. Favourite line: "…i’ve creased the page that began our chapter…". That one was so imaginative.
5th Feb 2010 2:34am
yeah I use book references a lot apparently like the library of the mind, the verse here, and once I wrote a poem called library about my first gf and said something like ive burned all the pages that were us.. girls are a neverending muse..
Anonymous
5th Feb 2010 11:20am
that in itself is a killer phrase nathan, as also the mention of so many miles from 'skin', i cant think of a more touching phrase there.Amazing indeed!
5th Feb 2010 3:39pm
separated by impropriety and something called distance that is just the space/time expanded with worthless molecules and a hopeless million other people who are neighbors but in their own separate hells because even an inch away no one really understands the other and we pass by and cordially say hello how are you and we always say fine even though we're all crying inside and have learned to hate that smile because it's a liar and it never worked anyway
