Saturday, February 19, 2011

poetry

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the moment before the sting impounds
the moment you lose the fresh adrenaline, and realize it

the thought-woven moments when your grip
has no handle. and your mind hopelessly watches the sub unsink

why is this an overcoming tragedy,
more so than the result which follows, like you knew it would
His invisible brush of identifiable enigma.
you have seen this before, so you recognize
though you don't know what it is


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