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P(iss)oetry #2

2009-04-21 23:57:11 by Slippery-Nipple

Interpret, perceive, and influence.


As I monologue the good man
I am smothered by the dusk

Comply into the frozen earth
I call this ditch

The chill hardens my skin
I am drowning in the mud

The warmth of my heart
Melts the ice
And I stand
Echoing strife

At the bottom
Of this hill
The dirt crumbles

I climb this hill
I climb it well
Vengeance radiates
I emulate the sun

Each step
A nova of warmth

I reach the top
I am the top

My strife echoes silently
Assume the position
Of the ridiculed

I am
The dawn


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