eris stimmung

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Dance In The Magic Land - Poem by eris stimmung

dance in the magic land
of only what you can see flying
into a dimension of
the milky paths
the silky flow of cloth that makes cool
what could not be flattened by
constant rushes of anger that molds into
moldy bread in my cup of tea
being drank by a man in my window
blurred by the bird shit that splatters
beauty in the white grain of dried crust
and disgust has the aura of the sunset
behind the mountain we can crawl up and never leave
because to roll down would ensure
the imminence
of a decision

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  • (11/13/2007 3:24:00 AM)


    beyond the mezzanine of indecision. Gets too crowded there.

    `beauty in the white grain of dried crust
    and disgust has the aura of the sunset' .... enjoying your writing. best care, sjg
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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