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College so far
Contributed by
Gloria123
on
Saturday, 9th January 2010 @ 04:22:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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A prison liberates us all, but still it is a prison
A realm in which a universe is possible is confined within a room
A wasted landscape, all is viable
The infinite array makes fools of poets
Indeed, there will be time
Too much, one can argue, or not enough,
To discuss the paper and ink
That turn to dust as the great eye watches
Blowing our particles, doing it’s job
Soup is ready, the planets turn and collide
Seperate organisms occupy the space
Left by the butter that we used the last of yesterday
That we all enjoyed, while the black emptiness lurches forward
Going about it’s usual business
Isolation is of itself a peculiarity
Both existent yet not
One can wonder why in a space of time
Anything can mean everything and yet nothing at all.
Copyright ©
Gloria123
... [
2010-01-09 16:22:45] (Date/Time posted on
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