- Non-Erotic Poetry
- butterfly crystals of "Oz"
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what prism will you leave behind
stashed in a tattered miniature probe
beneath the window of your wisdom
Do you ever unplug your sentient mind
of trepidation
was you who left yourself on the parlor
stage of neverending stories placed
on a thoroughfare to nowhere
we watch you even now
in clear-cut frames
Playing with the
seasons of the solstice
striving not to remember the time
when we were complete
within the paradise of All That Is
whereas now within the me of thee
you deny yourself that place
and this space exists as a mere
crystal memory
plugged into
morphic fields and its
frequency receptical of old codes
~end transmission ~stardate~OZ~
- COMMENTS
echoes_salmost 20 years ago"was you who" was this meant to be "was it you who"
I loved this. Well versed, well written, and excellently expressed.
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agothat I don't understand this. But I do like it. I like the way the words feel on my tongue. The final stanza is best and almost stands as a poem alone. Thanks for making me think!
