all the fame

all the fame
of stones in free fall
all the seconds
we no longer conceive
to be carriers
of the handyman
slash
the craft wormed
from soft skin
warped and side led
wringed from the floriferous
dreaded by the short
it is all a question
of power and matter




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2014-11-21 at 20:57

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Beautifully written. I am left with the feeling that all that is accomplished feels futile in the end, all that power and matter.
I feel a dissatisfaction with fame.
2014-11-23