Yes, I and I

Severely immersed in all trivia
a day can muster and more
I foresee all one can meet
in a long assembling
with all context gone wild.

Libido and care for sustenance
amounts to intentions of high risk
in times of a sharp senses,
the past and future overlap,
cringing overlords surrender.

Staring at lakes Sasquatch
never begot in nights unfolded
in starry sheets, unexplained,
with the shapes of all,
webbed across what we think we see.

I am not here, nor shaped or called for,
I am the cord reverberating
as ramifications enters calamity.
Too many ships shape the blowing
all across the windy waves.

Stamina or stigma, stale or staying...
all is another while with borders,
vascular tendrils and red wishes,
facing a receding tomorrow
in a state of urgent articulation.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2008-03-01 at 01:18

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Rob Graber
Enjoyable, suggestive imagery! I like especially:

"in starry sheets of secular meaning
and shapes of the mains at the time
webbed across what we think we see"
2008-03-01