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PINHOLE PUPILS
Like staring at the sun.
Or flashes of the arc.
Following violet tracers,
Passed reflective copper stars.
Sky is made of blacklight.
Lilac in the air.
Supernovas burst alive,
like rainbow colored flares.
The moon with platinum beams.
Wrap us in silver sleep.
Vinegar brown sugar smoke,
creates this world of dream.
So when I nod away.
To Saturn rings I spin.
My pinhole pupil passages,
Will take you there within...
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10803902&q=hi&newref=1
Or flashes of the arc.
Following violet tracers,
Passed reflective copper stars.
Sky is made of blacklight.
Lilac in the air.
Supernovas burst alive,
like rainbow colored flares.
The moon with platinum beams.
Wrap us in silver sleep.
Vinegar brown sugar smoke,
creates this world of dream.
So when I nod away.
To Saturn rings I spin.
My pinhole pupil passages,
Will take you there within...
http://www.soundclick.com/player/single_player.cfm?songid=10803902&q=hi&newref=1
Published 23rd Feb 2013
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24th Feb 2013 00:53am
Disturbing - but written with an undertow that pulls me right in. Very well penned, jaspersilence.
24th Feb 2013 1:22am
24th Feb 2013 4:20am
24th Feb 2013 6:23am
Well written piece with a nice rhythm to it and cool images like "rainbow colored flares" and "Vinegar brown sugar smoke. Good job."
Anonymous
26th Feb 2013 1:35am
This is an incredible poem. I've seen this kind of stuff in reality, so I know how it is (from at least one perspective).
27th Feb 2013 2:25am
