We Troll Our Lines Of Time In This Great Pond Of Life... - Poem by Michael Gale
We troll our lines of time in this great pond of life...
We catch nothing no more and no less.
What baited breath submits our stares? ...
What ever being doth send forth ill chills?
Oceanic waves of terror fro' deepest deep feelings...
Away all other different layers peeled of pared fillings.
Harken closely to breathless breast...
Begin a once renewed strenghtened test.
Stuttering convulsions toss and shake....
Relive relieved feelings of a past tensed mistake.
Blood spatter upon ceilings and walls....
Life's errors to correct last cast to calls.
Bang this drum slowly as slow in wake...
Move on to others from my long forgotten mistake.
New life visions seen uncovered discovered...
That long ago day bed had spread it's lonesome sheets.
Sleep peacefully while'st suckling thy teets...
Memory of madness's forgotten recovered.
Heated hate once converted by one's own self lover'ed.
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