Jon Doe

Regard - Poem by Jon Doe

“mon dieu! ” any aperture of past-
from which, movements,
having inattentively basked,
profoundly, in no more, but gleams;
captures, by the breathing simoons,
the walking pristine
of rome, in ruin, in rheum
unsure of what has been done

orbs of creating, created blood
and so, glow for desultory men
ineffable-insoluble-lonley loved
inside our own, storys mend
life, which is but an ebb
on this eve of passions
is too what i am (death)
now being me

the inevitability of sharpness
is a sour sort of delicate lurking
where in, i, without... moments part
transitionn before hurrying
“ the advent of the abtruse”
a censor from which, failure is now -
a loose love from a lute like nuse
as is a covert howl

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010

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