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Summer
by Joe KhanMy innocence lay there
like the morning mist,
settled and ready.
A ball of do or not do.
A tiny world where
Each molecule is a choice.
Bonded by the great Conciousness,
Set free by time.
I can only hope
the blade beneath
absorbs some essence
some purity
before the abyss of air
with its rapacious vastness
fills itself,
stealing each decision
one
by one.
06/21/2010 Posted on 06/21/2010
Copyright © 2025 Joe Khan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 06/21/10 at 07:32 PM Hi there Joe! I found this to be a very pleasant read, Welcome to pathetic! |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/22/10 at 03:26 PM It is a never-ending theft...as well as a never-ending replenishment...choice is never absent, and we can never avoid the necessity of choosing. Lovely piece, Joe -I am enjoying your work a great deal! |
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