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We are all dots . . . waiting to be connected. A supernatural Songwriter seeks to enslave humanity by performing â€œThe Song of the Sleeping Insomniacs,â€ the original song that projected the universe into reality. Freddie Gastling, William Clide, Peter Dioger, Robert Likki, and Stephen...
taken from my book,
Made in Japan
in the Hand of a menace.
sinister intent to self and no witness.
Mine own eyes witness a Gift of
Infliction Infatuation to
Silver and Gold laying Bare-predilection
Tanto in Hand Heartbeats pound to the Ear
sweat drips from a brow stomach longs for its tear.
Wrote this for a class a long time ago. No real form, but I like it anyway.
Wondering what other people think about it and if they can derive some meaning from it.
Poetry | Updated Jul 20, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0