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The tide has turned the salty scent
of murky water came and went
Time's too dear for me to fear
the payback of the year

A forest burnt in patches
trees reduced to matches
hydrocarbon of vanity,
explosive like normality

A fiber fume,
an optic zoom
Workings of your gravity
Unstable, still totality

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The following comments are for "The custom toll"
by DrKilldare

The custom toll
"hydrocarbon of vanity", superb, simply... the spontaneous combustion of the ordinary and the world rolls on. enjoyed this (though I largely suspect I didn't "get" it). food for thought.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: December 13, 2006 )

Thx, auldMG
Good to hear that the poem could be food for thought. And there's no fixed set of meanings to be carved out of this; what you got is as good as anything I might have planned for readers to get... have a happy holiday:)

( Posted by: DrKilldare [Member] On: December 28, 2006 )

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