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With halo from streetlamps;
Beneath the wall
And electro-mechanical whine…
You have eyes that take me away.
Past auto-asphyxiated priesthoods
Further from childhood abuse; closer.

Closer to your urban,
Utopian cloy.

Together we turn
The pages and
Dusted,
Hum.

Leave through the streets;
Leaf through the playgrounds…
Take the pavement
Back alleys and
Grime.
Take me with you.

Through the suburbs;
To the village.

Let us read …
Dusted,
Humming

And write.
©2006-2009 ~nbt1979
:iconnbt1979:

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A black book of dreams ... with lunar cycles, stars and meteors.

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:iconmebrokenwillow:
That reminds me of a Ts Eliot poem I had to study on the rare occaisions I was in school. Only it is better than his!
:iconnbt1979:
aww, thanks hun!

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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.
:iconnbt1979:
aww - ty willow! x

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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.
:iconmythicaldamienne:
Ahhh....I loved being swept away with this piece. I wish I had something more intelligent to say than that, but truthfully....there is nothing else I can say.

Beautiful.

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To achieve the marvelous, it is precisely the unthinkable that must be thought.
:iconnbt1979:
Thank you very much indeed!

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Don't mind being stoned: they say Jesus was.

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