Weak Felinae

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a stream of consciousness poem about humanity

Submitted: January 03, 2013

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the own subject of a brute force

silver sped spoons and array in a velvet caseof constraint and poor bricks, oh you find such waste

of the meek commodoties of the weak cat's eyes

bow to strain in admirable tone

until suddenly you appear in front of home, rythym of spanning tones and resonating silverware, 8th kind

nothing as the cat's eyes dissapear strains to be seen in such elusiveness

odd concepts

resolutionstoo, into blue,

all the more used

One, two, wood clack waste

She gives a delibilating pout

of relief, and clout

as they go away,

spectre into the sun

humanitiy's brink and humanity's bricks

to stop being a debilitationof the weak

Instead giving a peek into your cloak

of dust and moats

of transform galore


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