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July 16, 2006

Posted by K in Abstract Ramblings, Poem.
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Throb throb throb my blood moves slow a poisoned blue it stiffens. Stops. Then starts again an ancient machine as has no rest a solid blue cylindrical view unveiling, unravelling, unthreading, putting through to achieve anew. Push push squeeze let the last of it escape, a dreary dead, silent, exhausted, fetid, limp. The tubes hollow travel in search in search in search, stretching from here to infinity, what lands it traverses, what kingdoms it passes. A magic blue, a cyan swan, until it is light again and takes on slowly slowly fastly then suddenly-it is a rich dark hue, a crimson blue, it floods, it rushes, a frenzied dash, overboard, inboard, aroundboard as it sheds the acquired sloth, it breathes.

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