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The Cosmic Equivalent of Straight-to-Voicemail
by V. Blakeconstellations. chalk outlines.
science and violence all rolled up into one;
tilt your head to the side and let the blood fall out.
it's not about making the right choices.
i mean, if you're strong enough,
it doesn't really matter if the door says push or pull.
spotting the difference between the god and the wolf
was never even on the syllabus.
besides, you could tell infinity lies for all i care.
i still smile wider than you,
and my dad would beat your dad in a fight.
but even as i pen the words,
i can see you drawing the wrong conclusions:
watching gears turning gears,
from one end of the universe to the other;
information traveling faster than light,
and mistaking the friction for the message.
you grind your teeth when you're asleep.
don't you wonder why that is? 04/24/2014 Author's Note: I have never written a poem on anything but a computer keyboard.
Posted on 04/24/2014
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/24/14 at 09:03 PM I love the line "watching gears turning gears,
from one end of the universe to the other;
information traveling faster than light,
and mistaking the friction for the message.". There is far more in this sentence than meets the eye.
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| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/25/14 at 02:52 PM Hmmm Don't think it is computer related, these philosophical musings. Infinity does not lie, infinity might. I choose Eternal as I think it brings more Light. |
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