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Edgar Whitman Wilde
Poems
Dec 2012
poet
i am standing at a high window
it overlooks the city
i attempt to correlate the emptiness
of the thin blue sky with the vacuum
that is my life
one of desperate predicaments
I think of poems and poetry hear them voiced
become confused, for I don't know if
poetry is the poison or the cure
i feel an evocation of madness
suffer its reckless inner portent
struggle with its urgent transformations
breathe a continuity of collective emotions
and fear the mediocritized collective of life
i am standing at a high window
it overlooks the city
a city elliptically compressed
in my stampeding mind
i am standing in a city
it overlooks a high window
there is a poem involved in a violent scene
a confrontation with the inexpressible
I am standing in a poem
There is no city just a high window
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