27 Release Poem by Saiom Shriver

The rising moon ball... tossed by the uncaptive unclubbed Matterhorn seal.
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Begins to emerge the bubble From the bubble blowing spear
Not til it leaves.. without fear will it be a perfect sphere
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spider web brothel cannot hold
the fallen petal's fading gold
nor icepalace' freezing chains
longer freed waterdrops hold
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The most radiant area in a master is the halo around her or
his head. But in an icicle it is the base from which it
slowly drips, each diamond dropp jeweling in the light.
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Lust, the false love, handed her a hemlockian cuplet
which her heart distilled into a couplet.
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Before the rumbling thunder comes the crash of lightning...
with light the sky whitening as it is cloudburden lightening
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Why worry if the fleas bite us? It reduces cholesterol and
cures our phlebitis.
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Yes writers are hypergraphic...the pen releases our minds'
traffic.
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The cloud balloons were pierced by church steeples..
but not quite ready to dropp their grace on the people

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