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Scoring
Dec 8, 2006 17:16:00 GMT -6
Post by DavidMc on Dec 8, 2006 17:16:00 GMT -6
Scoring.
Scoring is the goal To living through a glass darkly …………………..Raise a glass!
Launch me into space A speck of dust in the rings of Saturn …………………….What a gas!
What dimension am I in I don’t recognize the other floaters here? ………………….This will pass!
Ceiling cracks are growing wider The floor collapsing beneath my weary feet …………………….It’s so crass!
There’s a space in my head Where my mind used to give me holy hell …………………… Say a mass!
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Scoring
Dec 8, 2006 21:17:51 GMT -6
Post by anirbas on Dec 8, 2006 21:17:51 GMT -6
Enters carrying a vial of holy water, sprinkling it here and there and attempting to say a mass...Sort of...What comes out is this... "After amassing the words of this poem through orbital digestion into my brainpan, cranium, head...I think it should be said...This is a hell of a dark blessing of a poem, thanks for sharing it with the masses...And beyond that, Hail Mary, full of grace! As this is as close as I get to saying a mass...Blessed be...Just blessed be, darling."
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