Mr. Moth
Emphasis still and solid,leaves the structure
I function for.
He pull's on string,
for reason,
with sharp stress and cause,
he bends,
steal memory.
Pace of his clamour,
its dream work.
Precedents,
its mind turn.
From craters inside,
he divides,
like a moth of faith,
astray to clench
my bind.
Choice or reciprocity,
traced but lost,
Mr. Moth is breaking my rythm,
I slide distraught.
Closer for purpose,
for cloth,
fragments of worth,
for Mr. Moth.
Swift stride and flight,
confindent venture,
Mr. Moth's wishful thinking,
I will render.
Beside fresh vigor,
he hums,
my rythm and worth,
he numbs.
Behind Mr. Moth,
I sever,
his wings,
his endevours.
Poetry by Mathieu
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Written on 2006-10-16 at 21:39
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