Benediction.
My anger is supple.It's limber.
My life is compliant,
It could be simpler.
The clock has struck,
so as to cause impact,
But I'm stuck.
My anger is bending.
I'm limber.
But I'm still stuck,
Without impact,
The clock has struck.
Ignite by friction,
Please, benediction.
Poetry by John Ashleigh

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Written on 2007-05-25 at 22:58
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