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In the halls of mirrors hails forecast of quicksilver screens
Watch the action of lips attached to strangely painted wooden faces.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack-clack-clack.spinning smoky shadows.
Drawing coarser elements of spindle twine filament thin. spendthrift fine.
Go to the store.score some more.earsandeyes.
See what is not there.Hear the emptiness promising endless lies.
Come see such a force take human forms.Wondrous miracles to perform.
Wear plain paper cut-out jumpsuits to The Grand Opera of your lives.
Under a microscopic magnifying glass take the medicine that steals the show.
Arcane elixir to affix all members to a board imprint addresses to the stars.
Celestial endeavous of the unavoidably elite strikes us with lucifers.
Worldly encyclopedias devoid of meaningful content. Soddenly the paper weights.
Revise forever for a time then revise again. It is all just too much Babel.
In between personal stolen breaths.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2012-12-29 at 10:30
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In the halls of mirrors hails forecast of quicksilver screens
Watch the action of lips attached to strangely painted wooden faces.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack-clack-clack.spinning smoky shadows.
Drawing coarser elements of spindle twine filament thin. spendthrift fine.
Go to the store.score some more.earsandeyes.
See what is not there.Hear the emptiness promising endless lies.
Come see such a force take human forms.Wondrous miracles to perform.
Wear plain paper cut-out jumpsuits to The Grand Opera of your lives.
Under a microscopic magnifying glass take the medicine that steals the show.
Arcane elixir to affix all members to a board imprint addresses to the stars.
Celestial endeavous of the unavoidably elite strikes us with lucifers.
Worldly encyclopedias devoid of meaningful content. Soddenly the paper weights.
Revise forever for a time then revise again. It is all just too much Babel.
In between personal stolen breaths.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 586 times
Written on 2012-12-29 at 10:30
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