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Far FAR from the world.... WORLD...                        whorled my world HERE condensed here con CON                              con-densed dying densed a ho-HOme mmmme-me hewn in stone Prison for prison pri pri pri sonnnn here a drop of silence echoes                           si lence sisisilensilensilense pins pins pins dropped, trickling distant water                                              trick-ling in the pud-dle a mud-dle cal-led li-fe a cave home, far away from home, is this a noise of thoughts, rushing past a gorge of silence. how it was meant to be? consuming homes in deluge, after the rains, trickle silences, replaying lives, screened all around in silken mists lightning bolts prising open recesses dark.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Cave woman | The Hermit
Far FAR from the world.... WORLD...                        whorled my world HERE condensed here con CON                              con-densed dying densed a ho-HOme mmmme-me hewn in stone Prison for prison pri pri pri sonnnn here a drop of silence echoes                           si lence sisisilensilensilense pins pins pins dropped, trickling distant water                                              trick-ling in the pud-dle a mud-dle cal-led li-fe a cave home, far away from home, is this a noise of thoughts, rushing past a gorge of silence. how it was meant to be? consuming homes in deluge, after the rains, trickle silences, replaying lives, screened all around in silken mists lightning bolts prising open recesses dark.
Next up in the #Hermit series, a psychedelic echo-poem. The protagonist has lost another home.
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Indian
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
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