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Gender: Joined: 18 Mar 2006 Posts: 872 Status: User
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Posted: Thu Jun 29, 2006 4:57 am Post subject: |
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Chazaq wrote: | droplets of dust cling to the tips of eyelashes in the night
spinning and spinning for the sweet clutch of unconscious desire
gnaw through this thick plateau of perfect restless comfort |
The last line was two syllables short of establishing a meter.
It reminds me of some sort of midwestern city. In the middle of summer. '78. And inspired by those:
headlights ensconce the forgotten in the hands of discovery
juggling destinies, he balances on a ball of hopes
hoping to find. |
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