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Ocurring at Depths

Contributed by skyhawk432 on Wednesday, 21st March 2007 @ 04:44:11 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

Mantle-piece stains the brainstruck, eye, slip-truck dammer
dye; septum majesty in evocation style. The pile
of woodchips, next to Sexton acts the Anne rights
of passage: foreplay seal. To wield bolshy bits to
godly goods.

Odds go boldly where no evens have gone before.

The goods, made godly by bits
too bolshy to wield a foreplay seal:
passage to the rights of Anne,
acts the Sexton next to the woodchips pile.

The style, evocation, in majesty's septum dye;
the dammer's eye stuckbrained to the
slip-truck stains on the mantle-piece.

Evened out temperatures nod the odd bending road.

Evocation next to the woodchips pile;
stuck, in the dammer's eye, the ground's own bile.
Anne Sexton brings the rights of passage to the real
bolshy bits, made godly good by the foreplay seal.

The brain was stuck by sliptruck stains in purple dye;
the septum to the brink of a builder's eye.
While all, in style stuck of the odds with tease;
the evens 22ed in the mantle-piece.

Copyright © skyhawk432 ... [ 2007-03-21 16:44:11]
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Re: Ocurring at Depths (User Rating: 1 )
by yangdantien on Thursday, 22nd March 2007 @ 02:40:26 PM AEST
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This is a wonderful compression of language dancing on the tip of my tongue as I crunch each word between soft and hard swallows. I enjoyed this very much and daresay it's brilliant:

...I am at the mercy of rain,
for I have left the three Christs of Ypsilanti
for I have left the long naps of Ann Arbor
and the church spires have turned to stumps.
The sea bangs into my cloister
for the politicians are dying,
and dying so hold me, my young dear,
hold me...~Anne Sexton 'Rapunzel'

Had to leave a snippet of her pen to illuminate under your post.

Bravo

Peace
Yangdantien

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