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That Mesa
Contributed by
screwge
on
Sunday, 31st May 2009 @ 11:35:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Dreams more lucid than realities
effusive besiege that mesa
of practical ambition.
Derelict angels with wings of gray
may see themselves represented
in the moon’s grooves, and bark is just another
construed moon.
The halo is a carousel of birds;
you dazed hit in confusion. Innocence is a mirage
batting wings fat and engorged,
toppled by pat adages
of chances overrun,
which seem lucid
in illusion.
Copyright ©
screwge
... [
2009-05-31 11:35:45] (Date/Time posted on
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