ekkis
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poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit
Sammy |
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it was late when it occurred to him
the bag had laid in wait all day
he picked it up careful not to tip it over
extracted from it a container
hermetically sealed with blue top
his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her gift
- grains harvested, milled, leavened, processed, packaged
delivered as slices dressed in caraway seeds
snuggled around cucumbers and tomatoes and cheeses
and other such wondrous foodstuffs as
he was blessed to be able to enjoy
a sudden squirt of affection leapt out of him
at the thought of her loving hands
preparing the daily care package
the lines vibrated across the distance
as his pulse travelled to reach her
splattering before her face
in a thousand little smileys
24-II-00 Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder |
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