Raymond Uyok

Hanging On The Fringe - Poem by Raymond Uyok

Phantasmagoria of compressed chaos
seem to steam into an organic soup;
A force pulls me away from the centre
defying gravity,
and leaves me on the fringe;

You with modern telescopes;
Zoom in and you’ll see me
hanging on the fringe of the world;

Viewing from here, I do not know
whether to fall out into that spatial emptiness
or fall back into the chaotic soup,
rehashed and rehashed in evolutionary phases;

Comments about Hanging On The Fringe by Raymond Uyok

  • Silver Star - 3,173 Points Ken E Hall (10/16/2011 11:24:00 PM)

    Certainly is a dream and on the edge, dropp back in to life, well put in words...regards (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 26 Points Eric Cockrell (10/10/2011 6:55:00 PM)

    the thin line between light and darkness... let go, and know yourself! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 12, 2011

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