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My hands are tree-minded twigs
twiddling wooden thumbs; pencil-
fingers scratching pulpy paper;
pushing letters single-file into
lingual constructs.
I am revisiting recurring childhood
dreams; thoughts of stone tumbling
themselves shiny and sleek; oils of
voices, tranquil and frictionless,
reflecting rainbows when mixed with
the water of conversation; rivers of
synergy flooding behind dams.
Now I live with disconnection and
disassociation, dripping into every
relationship, dull or sharp; cutting
vocal cords to make room for audio
wires carefully wrapped in swirling
curls.
I taste memories of sour crayons,
their colors defining their savory
sting. Chew on this stubble; strewn
about, leaving a small trace of
visions of a time long before now;
living tales of ancestry, linking
steps in a spiraling ladder
defining each individual.
And now, with the exception of
purpose, and the denial of the sun,
we make our farewells.
[23:09|12.9.011] ©c.thomas.carter
twiddling wooden thumbs; pencil-
fingers scratching pulpy paper;
pushing letters single-file into
lingual constructs.
I am revisiting recurring childhood
dreams; thoughts of stone tumbling
themselves shiny and sleek; oils of
voices, tranquil and frictionless,
reflecting rainbows when mixed with
the water of conversation; rivers of
synergy flooding behind dams.
Now I live with disconnection and
disassociation, dripping into every
relationship, dull or sharp; cutting
vocal cords to make room for audio
wires carefully wrapped in swirling
curls.
I taste memories of sour crayons,
their colors defining their savory
sting. Chew on this stubble; strewn
about, leaving a small trace of
visions of a time long before now;
living tales of ancestry, linking
steps in a spiraling ladder
defining each individual.
And now, with the exception of
purpose, and the denial of the sun,
we make our farewells.
[23:09|12.9.011] ©c.thomas.carter
a surprise stu made from leftover poems in the fridge.
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I just looked at this again nearly a year after I first faved it, and the surrealistic nature of it still gets to me. I have made an offer to submit it to my group's featured folder...