to love of public statement
pray tell, say I do, try I will
bond you and I with paper
like mâché glues a statue
but the paper only takes
so much weight before it caves
then resignation makes
the gorge seem possibly a pinhole
and to slip through sits a mirror
in mixed reflections set appear
like sections of a diamond
sight gets only fragments
the whole picture unclear
till pink; for fear the ring sears
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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1 comment:
I'm not an English speaker and I probably don't understand some of the word combinations you made but I got the message so clear. It almost makes everything shiver.
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