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Scrap of what III
by Madeline LambI feel the sum of my life
contained in my eyes,
and know:
God was never here!
I was crowned with crows
that stormed a guitar-stung sky.
And if indeed everything is a monster,
take my corvid eyes
and throw them into pitch-
pitch them hard!
I wonder what else is out there. 06/26/2010 Author's Note: prevailing thoughts.
Posted on 06/26/2010
Copyright © 2025 Madeline Lamb
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| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 06/27/10 at 12:34 AM there's a world of things we don't know - as close as the back yard, perhaps, and as far as space can stretch. If we don't find what else is out there, surely it will find us. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/27/10 at 03:41 PM This creates the most amazing cerebral imagery...crows have a special place in my personal history...but as Paul says, there is a world -many worlds within worlds -out there, waiting to be recognized, explored, immersed in...just fly away to find them as you will. |
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