Until the Next Thought Creates a Poem
By mitebkilled
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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in retrograde movement
unparalleled
inadequate
occasionally frightened half to death
twice or thrice
no more anxious than rain
a lingering portent of evil
rendered useless
by this thing called love
changed into someone awful
crossing thresholds
only you ever saw
a step beyond
a rumor
a question
some unaccountable thief
twisting
twisted too perhaps
in quiet retrograde motion
a rustling variance
the mystery
concealed yet again
if panic seized you
it's understandable
remarkable
guided by their judgement
it is I who is
found
inadequate
it is too painful to consider
this will be the last
of my thoughts and poems
upon it
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