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Old Volgon Poetry
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I am an electronics technician.
I am a steel blade meant for two.
And in this hard time recession, will
draw the curtains and take a cue.
Wintergreen, and summer fresh primates,
gathering round the evening fire. That soulless
patch of gray, those dead-end happenings. They all journeyed
through that one-shot barrel, and then wished for more.
Wintry day, full of harmony.
Harmony in that timeless place.
The duo that will blow you away. Looking on,
one will make a fist, and the other slowly peels away.
To that ultimate regurgitation.
To those songs and sayings.
We all danced prayerfully in those days.
We all wished for our souls to return to us.
But lost in the ticker-tape parade,our child-like fingers were lost, set loose,
and then let free. The burning of mass, taking shape in the burning of me.
Setting sail, cast in stone and sea. This is the sound, and the form of me.
Outlast, outcast, you were then to linger on too long in those
obsessions. Spoken freely of to past-life regressions.
Depressions left in that entropic state.
Lock and file, rank and load bearing strength.
To this day, it has been deemed to be quite useful.
A test subject. Subjected to, red blue and green. Generally making time, that
little known fella, makes waves and sighs. And then returns to the sea.
The next turn in the sky. To be known in foam taking refuge in, a temple lain high,
under an unfurling, furrowing tsunami wave far overhead. Thrown memory-cache,
straight to the front of the checkout line, added to that pearlescent and stranded shore.
I too know the feeling of wanton know-how. I too know that feeling of being one-upped by an immeasurable fate. I belong to you, and you belong to me. We all are in this to transpire to that freely given state. We all gibbous gibbons dance with the devils in our turn. The ones there screaming, the all gibbering miscreants. Misinformed, they all creaked together in their swamps, in unsettling unison. All this while contained within, a verdant and shimmering field.
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