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IV. Obsession
Contributed by
omeoteotl
on
Tuesday, 25th May 2010 @ 09:06:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The obsession disrobed.
The obsession coming into order
And leaving no one alone.
Upon last moments
Laying in the sun,
Out of the rain,
I will seize all who wander
Beyond the stone
And eat all that ponder
The axis of seed
Growing
Between a rusty belt
And a shadowy groan.
Who is this demon dancing
Madly like a seaman
On his throne
Proposing
The world should fold
Or bow down to the mold
Of science spreading upon sight?
The answer,
All in the letter I.
My shahman of me.
The intrigue,
The insight into perspectives
Sleeping on a white
Tile of roses.
I should disclose
The connecting modem
To the source,
And allow disorder
To eclipse a sign.
It’s difficult to sustain,
More to abstain from my dressing.
Copyright ©
omeoteotl
... [
2010-05-25 09:06:36] (Date/Time posted on
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