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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Aug 31, 2010 22:50:03 GMT -5
Constant transformation disadvantages specialists Confidential heresy is hypothetical Then audience listens, blackmail procedure rages
Wandering beneath memory He steals a preview hope
Horror emerges, how was it foreseeable The chosen (desirable) daughter Exploded the faithful uniform Art, flutes, air flies down
Void
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Post by bcoyotey on Sept 18, 2010 1:42:04 GMT -5
It could never be foreseeable because it should never be. And confidential is the biggest myth of all. Exalt. Lady B
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Post by (k) shades of silence on Sept 20, 2010 2:53:07 GMT -5
Wonderful poem, Jaja. I like how this piece strangely transported me to perhaps the 1850's in the wild west. Not with shootouts and saloons, but simple farm and village life. Somehow it also tied into the modern day.
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Post by Max on Sept 27, 2010 22:50:50 GMT -5
This made me think about a soldier who fell behind enemy lines and who was abandoned by their government, to the horror of the family. The first stanza made me feel that way. It seems very secretive and hinting at manipulation of some sort. This is extremely powerful no matter how you look at it. Sensational job, my friend.
-Max
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Post by windowflower on Jan 2, 2011 21:45:29 GMT -5
Confidential heresy is hypothetical
Art, flutes, air flies down
Void
I loved pondering this Jah...
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