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FROM THE MULTI-POLAR MIND OF A RECOVERING EX-USER

not poetry, not purposeful, not pretending









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Friday, 24 June 2011

Falling

A fractal fate, an open gate,
A falling wall, a lifted weight,
A dawn portrait of quality,
An undrawn map of destiny.

Shooting stars aren't meant to fall,
They sing of light and zoom and call,
They only die inside their dreams
Of people doomed by hapless schemes.

A portal hums and opens up,
A mortal swears on golden cup,
Now I can through full-moonery
Uncloak a deeper you and me.
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8 comments:

  1. Anonymous7 September 2011 at 23:52

    careful

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  2. Anonymous29 December 2011 at 17:46

    careless

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  3. Anonymous29 December 2011 at 20:27

    caring

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  4. Anonymous30 December 2011 at 17:37

    care not

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  5. Anonymouse2 January 2012 at 22:35

    caries

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  6. Anony & Mous2 January 2012 at 22:39

    We've split - sorry to all our fans

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  7. Anony AND mous2 January 2012 at 22:46

    what's so difficult about reproducing the ampersand, the 27th letter of the alphabet for chrissakes. Jeez, it should be Anony AND mouse, because there is two of us, not all that bullshit they put in the comment before this one. Right, thats it , we is never going to comment on a blogsite again innit - fuckers. You're to blame

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  8. Nonny3 January 2012 at 08:03

    The mortal swears on golden cup

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