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Andrew McElroy
Poems
Jan 2013
Mo(u)rning
Is it I - the one
Me, who has to
strangle on this
side of
the morning?
With the lashes
of dew still
dripping, tripping
off of the
edge of
the fire.
Reminders
left there - all curled
up and slowly
deceasing
down into
the open eye.
Fog languidly
sweeps up from
our hollow valley
and begins to
eat away
slowly and slowly
into our
lives; Built on
chaos and
disarray from
Each other.
Can
you feel it?
Can
you feel
the thunder?
The Majestic,
The Majesty
Of the
Unknown. . .
The whispering
voices.
Awakened by
her songs
in the soggy
morning light.
A crack in
the shades,
reveals a
world
waiting to
be found,
when you
decide
to be a
man and
put
your shirt
back on
and
realize that
you've
just
dreamt
that
same
old dream
again. . .
Written by
Andrew McElroy
30/M/Florida
(30/M/Florida)
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