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The Basement Tape (nil)
Contributed by
somedude
on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 09:18:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Under October’s feet stands a priest picking up
the ashes of those he ever loved and those
he’ll never meet. Maybe it was suppose to end
this way? Holy Brother of the Juniper Gardens
with the sackcloth of infertility, a motionless cymbal.
This is the sound of the basement tape;
this is the kingdom of seclusion.
You’ll be thrown under the ventricle valleys,
you’ll be lead away like a widow burying
her stones. Those who choose to follow,
those who choose to eat from the crop
that grows from the anchors
must deny it. But if we’re to
cut down the rainforests and append
them among the cross,
would we be that much closer to meeting God?
“I doubt it!” said the Walrus.
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somedude
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2008-05-06 21:18:29] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Basement Tape (nil)
(User Rating: 1 ) by elle on
Tuesday, 6th May 2008 @ 11:21:40 PM AEST (User
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.I love this. . .sincerely love it. . .peace elle. |
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