Rigid roses, blooming in their emptiness, softly defining
meaning and fullness of an entire lateral planet.
Perfumed scent sailing far into the heavens, unclaimed in
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Soundlessly falling, tearing apart the fabric of being,
sanctioned upon earmarks of holiness.
Not to be mistaken as someone of this world, walking
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Immortal draftsman of the heavens, painting centerfolds
of glorious beauty.
Stepping back, holding up a thumb, checking perspectives,
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Sunset rising before me, attaching pastels of quiet
rainbows held tremulously behind realms of earth.
Brought out at night to mix and play with the setting
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Stilted ploys of learning, transporting imagination to
higher stages of knowledge.
Filing out of the classroom on beams of light, unafraid
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All that I write will someday be all that is left of me.
No more words will be expressed in books of poetry, no
more ink impressing paper.
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A wakening breath, a hint of morning, absorbing mindless
empty storage of memories.
Winding amidst tall pines struck by lightening, ideas are
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Whispers pulled along by gentle breezes, untimely caught in
dire pretenses.
Solidly standing acres apart, tossing and turning under sheets
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Slapping sounds, hands on faces, traces of tears
encumbered in a moment, lifeless hazards hurting
anyway, the personalities of innocent little
victims.
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Infinitesimal structures built within, attempting
to reconstruct a human being who once was, fighting
temptations daily, to turn away and run, living
alone inside a shell.
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