"cornea" poems - Hello Poetry

Nov 2016 - The Fall Line ~ *all the lines of man-made yellows, so tempting threatening...inviting, the subway platform, the street curb, the highway divide the double parallel equal sign that has no solution, remaining hopelessly empty, defining the watery soluble inequality of null* ~~ The Fall Line first heard the phrase months ago in Argentina, standing before the c-shaped Iguazu Falls the fall line where the crystalline basement rock erodes away the oncoming soft sedimentary, there, where, a waterfall is nature-gifted so intuitive, so obvious, what else to call the water's owned edge, line of demarcation, where we grow captivated, mesmerized, knee weak, traumatized and tantalized knew that instant when spoken, The Fall Line, saw inarguable symmetry to so many lives, would be a someday poem selective service phrases stored and someday up recalled, a thousand, maybe more, waiting for the confluence of time and place, to be a mother letting my fluid sac burst, giving birth to a concoction symphonic, the emotions waterfalling, cascading, the precision, vision seconds, when words pour, gush, surge, spill, stream, flow, issue, spurt ~~~ silently crafted in the weeks and months prior, the unconscious drowning in ache and pain of suffocating drudge sludge of everyday living *all the lines of man made yellows, so tempting threatening...inviting the subway platform, the street curb, the highway divide the double parallel equal sign that has no solution remaining empty, defining the inequality of null* the vision infection of the majestic fall line, so accessible in an instance of overwhelm, cornea implanted, the sounding call of sweet blissful whatever one more additional addiction unshakeable, jumping from fall line to fall line, it's the game I am played, but the controller is not in my possess **for the joy stick that drives my actions, toys with me, the human fool jumping from fall line to fall line, unsure of what he desires,** salvation or saving 11/26/16

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Apr 20, 2017

Apr 20, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC

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Nov 2016 - The Fall Line

Nov 2016 - The Fall Line ~ *all the lines of man-made yellows, so tempting threatening...inviting, the subway platform, the street curb, the highway divide the double parallel equal sign that has no solution, remaining hopelessly empty, defining the watery soluble inequality of null* ~~ The Fall Line first heard the phrase months ago in Argentina, standing before the c-shaped Iguazu Falls the fall line where the crystalline basement rock erodes away the oncoming soft sedimentary, there, where, a waterfall is nature-gifted so intuitive, so obvious, what else to call the water's owned edge, line of demarcation, where we grow captivated, mesmerized, knee weak, traumatized and tantalized knew that instant when spoken, The Fall Line, saw inarguable symmetry to so many lives, would be a someday poem selective service phrases stored and someday up recalled, a thousand, maybe more, waiting for the confluence of time and place, to be a mother letting my fluid sac burst, giving birth to a concoction symphonic, the emotions waterfalling, cascading, the precision, vision seconds, when words pour, gush, surge, spill, stream, flow, issue, spurt ~~~ silently crafted in the weeks and months prior, the unconscious drowning in ache and pain of suffocating drudge sludge of everyday living *all the lines of man made yellows, so tempting threatening...inviting the subway platform, the street curb, the highway divide the double parallel equal sign that has no solution remaining empty, defining the inequality of null* the vision infection of the majestic fall line, so accessible in an instance of overwhelm, cornea implanted, the sounding call of sweet blissful whatever one more additional addiction unshakeable, jumping from fall line to fall line, it's the game I am played, but the controller is not in my possess **for the joy stick that drives my actions, toys with me, the human fool jumping from fall line to fall line, unsure of what he desires,** salvation or saving 11/26/16