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The Implacable Movements

Contributed by CARAAAAA on Thursday, 15th June 2006 @ 02:38:05 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



This almost pragmatic rooom
with its mollifying static confines
placates my immediate inner turmoil and discord
like being gratuitously smothered
by the clutches of an overprotective embrace,
engulfed within the tepid,heaving bosoms
of a voluptuous pillow
just lying there sedentary
But oh no, he says,
this is no balmy evening on a magnificent tropical beach
the casually swaying coconut trees pristine water and lilting atmosphere
beyond my reach.
He just found out for he is in a tin box
The dimunitive man can feel
the obstinate and unyielding elements outside
wind, and cold adamantly conducted through the metal
of the tin box, which floats
down the long and meandering river stream
it journey ardous and punctuated by the presence of
huge pugnacious boulders
and rapid truculent corrosion that rusts over
the exterior of the tin,
so intricately decorated with his ornate grievances and melancholy.
And so the river traverses the woods
and somebody is bound to pick up the box
But no, please pick me up and drop me callously again says he,
as I can feel the warmth of your rapt curious hands
but what is the point of it all?
When we cannot even see each other through indifferent surfaces.




Copyright © CARAAAAA ... [ 2006-06-15 02:38:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Implacable Movements (User Rating: 1 )
by sadaddy on Thursday, 15th June 2006 @ 03:08:00 AM AEST
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Wow I must say it “implacable” different. Nicely done. I liked it. Be good and take care.

sadaddy




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