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Shroombloomer
Poems
Nov 2013
YOLK
always looking out
never looking in
availing me so,
I musn’t begin
broad smile,
not a tear to be shed
Your Mind
ever seemingly fed
what can I do?
to Force your eyes wide,
noticing the importance to see
not just for me
Jaw rusted shut
implications shading absolution
should tongue’s shackle break,
awaiting The Remark
to paint you a fool,
availing prophecy
those words drone true
heart strings ache
foreseeing
our cubbies tumble and quake
pitted muttering rings again
Consciousness lurks in The Fog
existence:
concerning not,
Purpose, a fleeting thought
a lighthouse I am,
through vessels never follow
their bellies shockingly hollow
To Fry
our alabaster shells:
Crippled,
by mankind’s burden
a miniature sun
nestled in a basin.
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Shroombloomer
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