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The form the moon took against a single, silver cloud; Dog-eared and dumb as a wasteland. A fretted combination of changing elements Ships by majestically Calling time to its slendered oval side Inundating us from a height Shepherding tom-foolery with its light I, oh only I, Oh lonely lunar Mee, Looking at the sky to see The shape of blacksmith's vision In the night; The caress of silver on the forehead From the moon's fledgling smithereens. I cast a glimpse and Sense a stray sheet of Creation above, like a baking tray; Puffing, shifting, darkening. Elements in an oven. Congregation of thought with Madness on the left and Silly sickness in the middle Conjured up- Sense on the right! Cajoled- *** on the brain Coated in- Hard leather bush-tights Plato polite on every oval ***** side Evilness lurking where goodness hides; Be a good fellow - dont be shy Unleash the cry - bellow, HOWL Say hello-ow-ololo-ow in - tremolo Like you're no longer scared - or yellow ..of instant indelibility
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Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 1:26 AM UTC
Instant indelibility
The form the moon took against a single, silver cloud; Dog-eared and dumb as a wasteland. A fretted combination of changing elements Ships by majestically Calling time to its slendered oval side Inundating us from a height Shepherding tom-foolery with its light I, oh only I, Oh lonely lunar Mee, Looking at the sky to see The shape of blacksmith's vision In the night; The caress of silver on the forehead From the moon's fledgling smithereens. I cast a glimpse and Sense a stray sheet of Creation above, like a baking tray; Puffing, shifting, darkening. Elements in an oven. Congregation of thought with Madness on the left and Silly sickness in the middle Conjured up- Sense on the right! Cajoled- *** on the brain Coated in- Hard leather bush-tights Plato polite on every oval ***** side Evilness lurking where goodness hides; Be a good fellow - dont be shy Unleash the cry - bellow, HOWL Say hello-ow-ololo-ow in - tremolo Like you're no longer scared - or yellow ..of instant indelibility
Impossible to remove, erase, or wash away; permanent: Don't stare at the moon too much
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jinjahman
Irish
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 1:26 AM UTC
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