Motion Parallax Poem by Tanec Rayl

Motion Parallax

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such work this worriment such a
painful plow pulling up the covers
still covering this dour knot of lead
begetting inevitable husbandry
of dorsal curtain

caught looking north
coincidence, The End Of It All, a faded xerox
my story fallen to a poor storyteller
in the hinterland, our exhumed primary
some reluctant nebula, a hundred thousand years in dying
awaiting a general theory of Consonance

the letters tickling like midnight ants

I am charged and beaten, charges laid
days no longer lidless chambers
seas to sail; easy dreaming

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Poison 9901 19 October 2007

Very nice. your play on words superb. Thanks for sharing this piece with us 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison

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