Jon Doe


We Are All Ideas Of Fiction - Poem by Jon Doe

In the heavies of rains confessant, where the will sonly divides,
Composing in many admired notions - verily depriving my eyes,
My senses commute, expelling the forgone; a sweet-awful ruse,
To which I can’t answer! Vying to dare to save my dire noose-
The days end has come, not to last, but abash my core fluidity,
And bare the dam of the unnamable dark cycle, without lucidity-
Ones rarity, solving the quandary with a foretelling of intuition,
May never facilitate, misery from this all encompassing rendition-


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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 27, 2010



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