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That field was a giant moth wing
I would kneel and scrape the brown dust
Only to find my reflection on the shiny surface

Where dreams shatter there is no water

He who walks alone into the deepest of nights
Shall find his own carcass swinging high
Hanging from god's long eyelash

Burning in front of his giant eye

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The following comments are for "Personal witch hunt"
by Paradox

"Where dreams shatter there is no water "
a wonderfully dark and symbolic introspection… meditative, stark, grave, and full of brooding, ominous portent…

I read poet-self scouring the surface of poet-soul and beginning a fraught reckoning with the stuff inside. vividly envisaged. thanks for this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 6, 2008 )

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