stranded on adaptation by Matthew Sharp i destroy it before i even know what it is the torch of proportion burning the ashes of distortion turned my sight into a gaze observing the walking caskets of ashes mass congregation sympathy and persuasion evasive invasion of the whole soul except the part where your not. a giant to turn you to a dot the ball on the string and stick moves so quick it never has a chance to leave it's everywhere your at floating you on adaptation with a foundation everywhere cracked 02/21/2007 Posted on 02/22/2007 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/26/07 at 07:35 AM Very strong vision here, obliterating pretense, and what aims from every direction to invade and occupy the creative being.Certainly the right defenses are up here... "turned my sight into a gaze". Very good move. "walking caskets of ashes" is fantastic. 'stranded on adaptation" is definitely a fine description of what one does to survive with open eyes. Yes. And thanks goodness you can write poetry about it. That is the thing that goes beyond, and no one can touch that. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 1 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)