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Friday, October 2, 2009

Until I get my (metaphysical) balls up to post my work of fiction, another poetic liberty

It was so satisfying to put an "X" with a box around it
just fill it, fill the empty space
since I've run off the road
the lines are a weak grace

I gazed upon the yard below
the way high hidden window a secure square
this little face filling it's frame
the perch - a throne 
the room - a lair

And the distance and height a power
a lesson impressed hence
touch with out feeling
blindly freeing
the window an imprisoning consequence.

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