Beyond Canopies
Contributed by
screwge
on
Saturday, 6th December 2008 @ 06:42:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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All things alate,
Exact your fate!
Upon love germline.
Aquiline
Contours, who flout
Love-laws, reroute
Heart-feeding veins,
And seize temporal reins,
Glean with your sharp beaks!
An inquisition. Prod until man speaks,
Balking under canopies.
Above the trees,
Your wings leer.
Your bones are sheer.
Things diaphanous
Mock us.
Angels in their vault,
Who preen, then assault,
And alternately moor
Us in rooms without lore,
Sweep the sky.
For puny hearts they do not vie.
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screwge
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2008-12-06 18:42:26] (Date/Time posted on
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