Starkly Starkly (My Dear Cow And An Overgrown Tennis Ball)

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Laura Russell

Starkly I wandered Obsolete like a whore of the world; Everything worn and frayed to me. As an ancient deity, knowing of all past and gone since the first tick, I knew I could not wait for more Stuff of dreams - long forgotten. An opaqueness shook the grounds where, he, slept; preventing me from, mustering, a hope, wish, want. Yes, everything had been visited And I felt a sameliness that tore Across scorched, bland lands. But look, now, to that forbidden flower. Does it not stray from uncertainty? I watch, it, tock on Towards sun-streaked lands. Unfortunately, it is always those same progressive ticks that cease expectancy. Probability glows faceted on the whetted bland lands. And I am once again washed to the side unpredictable. Phew, a personal commission which I was delightedly hopping around the room to do :] Details here: Check out my cow :D

Published More than a year ago

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