The Center (poem)
THESE DARN FLOORS!
Holding me up against
my will.
Ascend above the hills,
burning within a vacuum
and modulating false expressions.
Undiscerning, the way in view,
gone from my Grey matter
retreating past the mark.
And the lamentation of the infant,
unaware of maternal perception,
shrouded inside the walls.
Holding me up against
my will.
Ascend above the hills,
burning within a vacuum
and modulating false expressions.
Undiscerning, the way in view,
gone from my Grey matter
retreating past the mark.
And the lamentation of the infant,
unaware of maternal perception,
shrouded inside the walls.
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