Pragmatic

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The_Fool
The_Fool
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Sands of grain
Grains of sand
Stream from a closed hand
Streaming from the hand
Downward
Ground-ward.

Mindless activity to occupy my mind
Doesn’t.

What piece of me did you rip out?
A pound of flesh;
Desire,
Drive,
Gone with it.

Pragmatic reasoning
Is unreasonable.

Don’t ask me to think
Because my thoughts
Scratch out broken
Against the needle
Repeating as required
Bitter elixir
Mixed with tears.

The_Fool
The_Fool
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
nothing foolish here

I think it has it all. Got a nice layout and beat and

covers the subject well. sandspike

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 18 years ago
you have such

an inate feel for the rhythm of grief and living.

I love how your words seem slow and measured like sobs which we try to keep quiet, yet they burst from our restraints in gasps and shaky breath.

Marvellous

sophia janesophia janealmost 18 years ago
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Great work, Fool. You're mentioned in the new poem reviews.