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Cotton-Acre Acorn
By Strataic
--With antlers
Breaking; broken
We're all-
Wonder; wandering
Through the glass
Forest where trunks
Reflect regret--
And leaves cut mistakes
Into scars.
We are deer,
Eating barb-tailing
Grass.
But I'm sorry
Antibiotic acorns
Aren't working anymore.
My pupil's seep,
Mercury in return.
When that feeling--
Attaches bed-linen
To stapling sharks,
They begin birthing
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Copyright 2014 Strataic
Published on Saturday, April 5, 2014.
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Comments on "Cotton-Acre Acorn"
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A former member wrote:
I live in a mental health half-way house, and last night Mr. Style asked me something about acorns, lol. I love your poems, and seeing you in Cerebro. LOL just kidding bruh.
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On Monday, April 7, 2014, Star
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wrote:
those consciences are one hell of a thing. eating down your shoulders so much. we find people in the wild where we can be ourselves and be free of those burdens. oh, the imagery is so beautiful in this. please, please keep writing. (:
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A former member wrote:
consciences are a heavy burden to bear, as are the transgressions of our individual pasts... but with acknowledgment sometimes we also find acceptance... which can be a beautiful thing indeed. seeping scars and land sharks. i love the visceral veracity of this, the cutthroat imagery, and also the alliteration. ;) swell piece, lukemeister.
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A former member wrote:
i also really appreciate the concussive rhythm of this. such a great attention to each tree without losing sight of the forest, if you will. :P really awesome, bro.
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