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The Amnion
Contributed by
screwge
on
Thursday, 4th June 2009 @ 01:43:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The webs of aspen thoroughbreds
Will not rise to the upper floor
Of your house, as you tepidly watch for
Their celadon crests.
Today, the birds are safely bungalowed,
The ravens matte, though still
Shifting, squawking
In their nests.
And the trees employ a network
Just to roll eggs with care, chutes
Among the tenebrous branches for your
Lowly pleasure,
Voracious sandals upon terra firma.
Copyright ©
screwge
... [
2009-06-04 13:43:43] (Date/Time posted on
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