with your simplistic twist
of scrawled and fractured practicalities
there is futile sanity
within the tepid oscillation
you dangle-swing
a predictable pendulum
you know this worth
these words flee from my lips
with adjunct effected reiteration
slink backwards to your
shaky corner and coil
amidst your trembling
and fallacious sanctum
© heather brager 9.2.2010
very nice. you have such a gift for arranging the proper words. Here, the sounds ofm them add a frantic feeling. Wonderful!
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