diving into maps of rare condition

diving into maps of rare condition
one tends to stand tall
rearing with a silly smile to go
all is what tends to be observable
a risk of dreaming into
the deep of the unimaginable

tails and scales flowing with the tide
I am accountability running
from one end of suspension
to the other gasping
someone drives a nail through
it hurts you bleed you see
the seldom walked finds you




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-08-12 at 00:15

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Very nice. One of the few good poems I've read recently.
2016-08-12