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Istigeit

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It's only an hour to kill
Only a ripple of time
Set this in motion,
See the upset commotion
Walking the line so fine and delicate-
crawlspace transforms to intricate subtlety.
Displays to observe and
reasons to feel for forced experience.
Laughs for ruling, dictating, controlling fishooks that grab dour frowns and transform them into smiles.
For an instant a perpetual black second creeps,
stifling thought and invading th heart, which in turn
washes the inside in grief.
Where now?
Where to go from here?
It will all be over soon.
An hour from now and it all goes back to the way it was.
Does that sound good to you?
 
Damn!

Laughs for ruling, dictating, controlling fishooks that grab dour frowns and transform them into smiles.

Fucking nice metaphor! :)

I really like this poem, its a very short and sharp feeling of seeing through someone else's eyes for a glance.

-plaz out-
 
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