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the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
edited October 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
he dangles his fingers
into the sea
thinking of the way
her lips felt
wrapped around the index
breeze whispers in his ear
telling him he's still alive
drifting in the undertow of life
is he really in control
or is it false illusion
thinking he controls his destiny
he sees her smile in his mind
the waves lick his fingers
a moment in time
when nothing matters
except the sun that warms his chest
miles away
a stuuned crowd looks on
a tiger shatters the barrier
that seperates fact and fiction
dragging the false master into darkness
somewhwere in the crowd
a man smiles watching reality unfold
later he'll masturbate
to the memory when beast became the king
then just before dawn
he'll die of a stroke
his dick lying limp in his hand
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