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Stand With Me
By Phalanx
This is where I tack myself to bark.
My seems drip and I make such a mess.
White noise I tune into
Watching heads roll and I wait.
My gut's want this ghost figment.
Zero is neither a goal or objective.
It's a place I call home,
I just want somene else there
When the world dies.
Make me believe again.
I have the backing in these bones,
Just promise me.
I stand on quaking ground but,
I stand.
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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Saturday, January 31, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Out of mud, I make myself.Comments on "Stand With Me"
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A former member wrote:
Your word play in the second line--"seems" instead of "seams," provides such an untethered quality to the piece. Brilliant portrayal of symbolism here. "Zero is neither a goal or objective / It's a place I call home / I just want someone else there / when the world dies."
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On Sunday, February 1, 2015, Ortolan
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wrote:
Cheers to the dirtborn.Good synopsis.Would make a great song.
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