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a thousand suns
by Matthew SharpWith no other way around
I shine my flashlight
into the center of this black hole
silhouetted gestures propelled spots on the canvass
the white whole a tattered sail
like screaming in braille
in case one was blind could still see the sign
in my monument impressions in the opposite
of shadows and shapes
that starve its geometrical dead spots
in the plains of nothing
my everything
my boundless urge to communicate
message in a broken bottle
thrown into the void
fits of impatience turn it to noise
the frustration should be obvious
of that i am certain
and there are too many birds chirping
a static lullaby
12/03/2010 Posted on 12/04/2010
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