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May 2013
Do what I say,
not what I've done.
What I did was past tense
to the prose I've become.
Words spoken
shed truth
on the bells rung.
Pronouns succumb
to life underneath.
What has the sun shone?
Same thing moon's shunned.
Twirling thumbs
and grinding teeth.
Prone anxiety
beneath a fleet
of  coarse thread sheets.
Only fans speak,
oscillating on an
arrhythmic beat.  

What are the limits of your speech?

English, French and Spanish
when haphazardly
conscious.
Noun (Verb + adjective)  + predicate
is the constant
variable in
idioms.
It's an order of operations
within phrases
understood amongst
sages.
© May 30th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
Timothy Brown
Written by
Timothy Brown  27/M/America
(27/M/America)   
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