| Clairvoyance
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| met me on the street the other day. He was an odd sort of fellow, | 1 |
grisly hair. | 2 |
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I didn’t recognize his eyes, | 3 |
they were not of a soul. | 4 |
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He could nonetheless look through me, | 5 |
and I | 6 |
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a little disturbed by | 7 |
moving particles that clothed his bones | 8 |
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told him I only wanted to live, | 9 |
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and he gave it to me. | 10 |
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1 Feb 06 |
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pretty.
— sodapop
thanks.
— listen
Very interesting. Gave you life? Clairvoyance gave it or showed it? Either way, it's nice.
— Isabelle5
last line is of or related to the friendly gift of live, clairvoyance isn't a nice figure ...
anyway, thanks.
— listen
Isn't a nice figure. I often wondered if it's all it's cracked up to be. I see it now, what he gave you.
— Isabelle5
nice poem.
— hank
thanks guys. hank, isabelle, always appreciated.
— listen
I like it.
— lai
is "he" your dad?
i love your style.
— jezkuh
thanks. your quiet support(s), appreciated.
— listen
Much is suggested in this poem and it led me to wild speculations about X-ray specs. Eerie and disquieting#, lingering in the mind.
Larry see through Lark
— larrylark
resonance accomplished. that means a lot to me.
— listen
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