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we're recycle material
by Charlie Morganit was a victor hugo start; good days, bad days.
and that was before the curtain even opened,
how already wonderous is that? my subconscience asked.
and then i've been stimulated by others ever-since.
a glory found in finding your yang's yin, truly.
ever-slowly do we become introduced, become known
to the head atop the shoulders of our Everyman.
ideas solidify and melt again, Chapter I has begun;
our eyes slay the words, make them mean something;
and a river of verbiage laps at the crust of humanity;
eroding-away anything but faulty pretenses of caring;
soon graves will not be needed but reclaimation centers will be. 09/24/2011 Posted on 09/24/2011
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 09/25/11 at 05:54 PM if this poem were a person it would stand up straight, and walk across a room firmly leaving decided footprints-- despite all the other persons in the world being ephemeral beings who attempt steps, dissolve into nothingness and form again. |
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