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Envisaging an Archetype After about a hundred years or so, With reverie long decomposed to dust, Your Weltanschauung will compress into crumb, Inside a withered, white, dismembered throat. After about a hundred years or so, Phalanges which have excavated lives, Of Philistines and Pharisees will merge, In a ragout to make the diggers wild. After about a hundred years or so When we are all reposing in the mire, I like to think our bones will be aligned, Along with Runic rhythms of desire. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2004-08-19 15:31:01
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Interesting. I think i missed this one way back.