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Confimation of Blindness 2001-09-11
Devistation In the early mourning hours Revelation In the moments between dreams I dance On the edge of consciousness Where my words can run wild Through the night air As I breathe poetry And too many alchohol fumes Escher once said that while His work was ok The things he could see in his mind But he couldn't draw or paint Were infinitely more beautiful And amazing I've felt that frustration On many nights now Like sexual dreams That could have been lived If not for stupid coincidence Walking to the keyboard Can sometimes make me choke On this phantom poetry As the knife I use to Make myself bleed words Can become dull in an instant ---------------------------------- This is called "Confirmation of Blindness"...and the last poem I posted is now titled "Enthusiastic Silence", due to underwhelming response. Blah, I should have known better... ~Matt Magus
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