surely and most certainly

surely and most certainly
this must be the night
wet organic matter
forgot to consider

loops of what not
roll in aftermath's mire
where belonging
no longer holds a meaning

this is the fall
that perpetuates the last death
the end of an existence
where serpents die

see saw beginnings fail
in bleak day reunion
to ascertain the coming
of more whispering tales

hasty waves roll percussively
with the intent of breaking
all preconceptions
with a giant splash

thus night finally revealed
its true name and valor
to the throbbing
of Earth's atomic heart




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-04-11 at 18:08

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