EPOCH
She laid in ecstasy,
rose in guilt
and bore in agony.
Purged in red and agony,
then, it trudged
and stood like a midget.
Like a hunchback she bore
eighteen-couple-of-moons.
Tending the tendril
ages hence,
till the table turned
and she trudged
and stood like a midget.
ListninEar commented on EPOCH
05-25-2010
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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