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Snuffed Haze
By Doc
Dreary
How else can it be described.
A feeling of inexorable blank nature
Completly numb to a feeling of power
Which to the candle cringes
Burning itself out screaming in terror.
God walked down the street and stopped
As I was getting the mail
He wispered the secret into my ear.
All I remember is a birthday check
My grandfather sent me in the mail.
The light is so overwhelming,
Prodding inhibition
Open in the world to the idea of intellect
All that can be seen is one red dot,
Beckoning of better,
Wiser times past.
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© 2006 Doc
Published on Friday, August 4, 2006.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
"God walked down the street as I was getting the mail.." I always thought it would be quite amusing if the one person searching for god that most met her at the most mundane moment when he was contemplating masturbation...
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