this was a bit of musing again
in the undercurrent.
Space is a concept that leaves
the door wide open.
Floaters can't feel,
Feathers can't sink.
Steel spines can't bend.
Impossibility is natural
Indifference is neutral.
Environment is the key.
Expanding won't interrupt
the status quo.
Stars don the fat suit as well.
Broadening eases the compensation.
What if you haven't got a chance?
Would formaldehyde make you yellow?
I think you suit that shade of green.
Tile upon tile upon rafter upon rafter.
Thatching's all gone.
How do you know when the lotto has jackpotted?
Close your mind and blink in the dark.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-06 at 12:53
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Time is a shadow that pulsesin the undercurrent.
Space is a concept that leaves
the door wide open.
Floaters can't feel,
Feathers can't sink.
Steel spines can't bend.
Impossibility is natural
Indifference is neutral.
Environment is the key.
Expanding won't interrupt
the status quo.
Stars don the fat suit as well.
Broadening eases the compensation.
What if you haven't got a chance?
Would formaldehyde make you yellow?
I think you suit that shade of green.
Tile upon tile upon rafter upon rafter.
Thatching's all gone.
How do you know when the lotto has jackpotted?
Close your mind and blink in the dark.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 902 times
Written on 2006-08-06 at 12:53
Tags Fear 
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