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Visual Field
By metaphormachine
Field of vision
blue feather
evening dress in skin
neither depth
made of skin
still loud.
The little black &
her beautiful nipple
& the greenery
is slowly withered.
Desert colors
glaciation form
still far from healed
are my scars
it costs
I want to sample
as the ergot
juster
split.
Meaning open
for string theory
interaction
installed
from sweet to cool
warm, even hot
is your skin
oblivion, liberation
probably never, never.
End new
no definition
dense star
dress of love
made of skin
tragedy, no
solution
call for help, fine
fantasy.
Field
visual field
Show me (your) face!
In my mind.
I see your face
in my field of
field of vision.
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Copyright 2013 metaphormachine
Published on Tuesday, January 22, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Poem 2 - Book 15 of 15 - Butterfly Kiss -Comments on "Visual Field"
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On Tuesday, January 22, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
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wrote:
I'm getting seedy strip club? It's very abstract
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On Tuesday, January 22, 2013, metaphormachine
(133) wrote:
Yeah! I'm sometimes up often quite abstract ... Too bad that there is no category for this kind of poem. Nice visions have you ... Thank you very much for your comments! ... & reading ... :)
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