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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

Author's Note:

Posted on 02/22/2007
Copyright © 2021 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.

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