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Optical Illusion
by Anne EngelenOn auto-pilot
The worlds non-existence exculpated
The radios excecration of every emotion
Of every significance
Beared out
Music
Takes me over
Becomes my drive
My sanctuary
The place
I can BE
Carries me from here to nowhere
Nowhere to somewhere
The ultimate drive
into nothingness
What more can one ask for?
But I keep running out of gas 04/07/2003 Author's Note: Thanks Kate *hugs*
Posted on 04/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 04/07/03 at 07:42 PM Oh I like this one Anne...that escape is essential to me too.....MUAHS!!! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/07/03 at 07:47 PM *giggle hug*..... and I love your poem!~ It captured me and took me along for the drive... Love Ya~ and thank YOU |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/08/03 at 02:55 AM anne you're awesome! :) |
| Posted by Thomas K. Hunt on 04/08/03 at 07:10 AM you can't ask for much more than that...but you have to check that gas guage once and a while |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/09/03 at 05:55 PM If nothingness is good I guess you are right! LOL!! Vivid imagery. Glad you run out of gas. Otherwise you might be just a black hole!(poetically speaking). ;) |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/10/03 at 01:31 AM The word for today...and everyday? Music! The ultimate head trip, clean as it comes, and perfectly legal. :o) |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 04/14/03 at 08:31 PM i like this one - it sings |
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