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Bus
Contributed by
matt73
on
Monday, 10th December 2007 @ 05:43:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
fictional
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It's a slow suspend of our
veering selves.
It's a slower scape from our
colliding wake.
This sequence of never worn
happening is happening
now, and full of
time to delve
under and over
and out.
These scenes of leaning
cities, leaning on our
will's of wit and
ready.
Unfolding and molding
a land to bare
a naked and sacred sense
of same, tangled with
a sense of
more to
wear.
We can decide to suspend
our veer and stay
here and
stray.
We can, but we'll miss our
bus.
Copyright ©
matt73
... [
2007-12-10 17:43:57] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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