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In The Ground We Lie

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To roll in the sky died, for offence,
Ghosts of rigid kind define our alacrity.
This ghost charms my menacing instants,
Exemplifying the power of time, as it is space.
Internal terms boil on the mind,
Willing injuries of neglect as forerunners,
Winning hearts and minds of a forgotten past.
My, my joining to the ground carries a mortal
Wound, to see and hear, to watch and feel.
This rolling carries me further than crevices,

Towards the city of light and darkness,
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Kevin Patrick 25 October 2011

Vivid and Moribund are the first things that come at me, the language is very abstract and has a heightend sence of surreality. I feel like a ghost has rolled on my grave. Great work

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