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Alter Ego
larrylark

We're here, stuffed, separate boxes,
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locked in, each feeds off the other,
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riddles speak,
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antique to the tip of our tongues,
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mocking tales concocted
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that never belong.
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I speak, you don’t hear,
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on it flows,
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babble grows immense,
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dense, centred on black holes.
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I don’t see you,
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Yet we are close,
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frozen nose to nose.
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Your cold sweats become mine,
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Your correspondence, my letters.
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Long ago we were unfettered,
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better than peas in pods
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opening onto a  stiff breeze,
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easing all over the place.
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Now clammed up close,
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gazing through each others stare,
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not even sure who's there.
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24 Jul 10

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larry larry quite contrary, this is some lovely write ~
:)
 — mandolyn

I don't think so Mandolyn but its a moment on a journey to who knows where
 — larrylark

A little rambling right now, but rending just the same. Anybody who's fought through a long and close relationship will feel the sincerity in this.
 — A

You can see it as the end of a long relationship A but i was writing primarily about the internal dialogue beween the constructed sels and largely unfettered ego that lurks , barely concious.
 — larrylark

this is excellent!!! :D
 — psychofemale

Dear PF

Thanks but it is only a preliminary draft. The poem i want to write on this fascinating Psycho drama of the mind is a long way down the end of a very dark tunnel.
 — larrylark

great stuff.:)
 — unknown

Thanks Unknown
 — larrylark

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