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This
this heart hurts
breaks,
spills;
a rainbow’s spectrum
of compassion’s juices
flood the scenes
that so tenderly in-form
our laughable
in-significance.
cajole
as you will
brothers, sisters,
score these shoulder blades
with a thousand red strokes;
tug-of- war the ganglia
through the snaky hose
of the spine;
shout evisceration
for the nation;
only This matters.
This without end,
beginning
without reason.
This that endures.
Last edited by J.R. MacLean : 05-05-2008 at 05:50 PM.
Reason: MJ
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