I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library- Jorge Borges



Thursday, 13 January 2011

Unhinged

5:26 the screws loosened
As the truth peeled away
From the walls.
Stacks trembled
Oppressed by the weight
Before me, you unhinged.
Descending further.
The sound of fire splitting
You& I

Fooled by the roses in your eyes.
The earth rings through me now.
Perished are the petals.
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  1. Alex15 January 2011 at 15:14

    I love this

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  2. Michael Burns16 January 2011 at 11:14

    great! Glad you put this back up...

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  3. Michael Burns16 January 2011 at 11:18

    Transpose I & You to You & I?

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  4. shing Lin yoong16 January 2011 at 11:32

    Alex: I've just looked at your blog, it's brilliant. I fail to believe you live in Cleckheaton.

    Mike: Thank you, why do you suggest I change it? Purely for phonological reasons?

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  5. Alex16 January 2011 at 14:14

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  6. Alex16 January 2011 at 15:11

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  7. Michael Burns19 January 2011 at 11:17

    just sounds better...

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