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ration [for the irrational]
by Laura DoomI think
therefore I am
in perpetual conflict
but nothing follows
when it all catches up
with me
engagements
pulling us apart
from the arms
that carry us
to death
casual ties
demand compensation
for the lorn that suffer
diminishing returns
our love is stretched
to vanishing point
by brokers and angels
there is little to ponder
that hasn't already been forgotten
we embody the schism of existentialism 03/04/2013 Posted on 03/04/2013
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/04/13 at 09:08 PM So what is love? If nothing else tears love apart, life will. How do we define this thing no one seems to be able to get their arms around? |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/05/13 at 05:40 AM I hate those engagements. They get in the way of so many things. |
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