Benjamin Posted July 2, 2015 Share Posted July 2, 2015 2 A grey coastline that stretches into mist between the ebb and flow of euphemism and vulgarity-- A vagrant wind charged with the semi-tone required to shape major to minor and then back again The detached solitude of a book and a droll finger that rubs old lamps of words to raise the new-- A bead of mercury pressed through the grooves on a laboratory desk Ingrained with the names of all of those who went before 1 A grey coastline that stretches into mist between the ebb and flow of euphemism and exaggeration A vagrant wind of logic and compassion filling sails of human interaction and ambition A sculptors battered chisel that turns over and back to pierce his flesh and make him bleed The detached solitude of a book And a dry finger that tries in vain to touch elusive words Like a blob of mercury spilt in the groove of a laboratory desk Ingrained with the names of all of those who went before Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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