I

The one fiery eye watching
saw a burning fish caught in the net
of the only see through neurons
every man calls for more.

It was at the old beginning
of all otherly ether end crossings
where It always has had a very specific
and irrefutable future at its disposal.

All that was domestic and equal
lay dormant and not dramatized
when focus fell like cold lead
through the night's misty order.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 00:36

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