Tuesday, September 23, 2008

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pianissimo... pianissimo...

there is a leak that drips
ecstatically against my eardrum

there is a light that pours
out on the other side of the earth
as darkness tips over onto me

there is a thought that has
wound it's way around atoms
and galaxies, from the big bang
to the end of entropy

there is a pleasant refrain
and there is a coldness
at absolute zero
which I cannot fathom.
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4 comments:

  1. Quitmoanez9:48 p.m.

    I like this one. Please tell the poem that I think s/he is well done and a good representation of the world as I see it.

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  2. Anonymous10:12 p.m.

    Uh... the poem can hear you dummy.

    Sky's writing is amazing, constant, and richly ornamented with cool words and great metre.

    When is the next band practise so we can try 3 part harmonies and delay pedal geese?

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  3. Anonymous7:45 a.m.

    now now boys, it's patently obvious that both of you are dumb.

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  4. Anonymous3:03 a.m.

    that wasn't me that said that, it was an impostor poem!

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