In memory of my plumber
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the silence exploded, in silence,
drowning my plumber in it's gush
my tear glands torn beyond repair
jettisoning me forever into the now
the chain of my weights snapped
day and night a black and white frame
hung upside down somewhere, a ray of
fresh breath took me away in its sway,
a drama in a piece of paper floated
away into the ray waking me up into my
last dream which said I am the dream.
drowning my plumber in it's gush
my tear glands torn beyond repair
jettisoning me forever into the now
the chain of my weights snapped
day and night a black and white frame
hung upside down somewhere, a ray of
fresh breath took me away in its sway,
a drama in a piece of paper floated
away into the ray waking me up into my
last dream which said I am the dream.
~ ~~~
About this poem:
silence, the launching pad inward.
silence, the launching pad inward.
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