Undone

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  • Confusion

    Undone

    drifting into,
    as to say,
    on through.
    perpetual motion is denied.
    spawning in a dream,
    are unheard cries.
    whispers echoe into the night,
    silence is shatter'd,
    by a rays of light.
    still nothing is heard.
    just the breath that feels to breathe.
    set in motion are tides that ease.
    contradiction follows a glare.
    eyes sewn to a thought,
    that time may spare.
    still a web is spun.
    waiting for a time,
    to be known,
    as undone.




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    mathiasthom commented on Undone

    02-27-2009

    I'm surprised no one has rated your poetry...I think you have a very strong talent for writing poetry... Great job on this!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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