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It was a quick loud sound The cabin over-heated ***** no longer thin Elegant words will not do here Long buildings hang outside It is a Logging camp with a prisoner poet Pacing the creaking floor all night I race to the back door Fall into the thicket with one foot caught in mud Rain came with a rip and roar My brown fingers freed myself Absolute power is a vortex of insanity Reason has lost its exaltation The Masters of poetry are laughing Presentiments long shadow was ignored The sun will go down My poet will be lost in the thicket This, a vision of my world..
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:13 AM UTC
Poet in a Thicket
It was a quick loud sound The cabin over-heated ***** no longer thin Elegant words will not do here Long buildings hang outside It is a Logging camp with a prisoner poet Pacing the creaking floor all night I race to the back door Fall into the thicket with one foot caught in mud Rain came with a rip and roar My brown fingers freed myself Absolute power is a vortex of insanity Reason has lost its exaltation The Masters of poetry are laughing Presentiments long shadow was ignored The sun will go down My poet will be lost in the thicket This, a vision of my world..
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Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:13 AM UTC
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