Wet Slate
- July 10th, 2009
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- spleen
- goose
A Want of Listen
So little, so small.
Hands spread, mouth wide.
They hear the cry.
Ears prick, heads incline decline.
Wonder sparks bright.
Affectation, a pure delight.
Nothing to compare captured in the light.
Stretch Balloon
Inching forward, a steady plod.
Compensation an aggregation.
More to listen, ease the terror.
Greater to be, a must.
Eager
What is held too long to hold.
From a place.
Grinding wheels.
Arrival beckons, friction slips.
Ghosting through a point of balance.
Scale tipped, choice delivered.
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Found herein are a selection of actions.
Each action is a presentation of activity in time.
Collectively they aim to be nothing more
And wonder at their own substance.
Perhaps their desire is to elude.
This is unrealistic.
Something cannot be nothing.
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