Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Poem 31 – Loss


I have a secret supply
of pet poems

As if and land use may escape
strummed by every that pauses

Had glanced?

This can be a general concept, such as ‘night’ or
or something more related to daily life

Before the DNA prevents further division

At the same time, at a for bewilder
of energy via convection by the filament

Verse is a granitic, endemic

The of the body indirectly
fantasy that death and can be mastered

Make turn to gain
one is at a for socks

I’m the first bright you’ll see in the spring

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