ModernPromethean
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- Dec 11, 2011
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First stanza opens out, assonance takes root in the pulp of illusion and space. Relentless vacuums suck inverted worlds through looking glass selves, and labyrinths are evidenced in red. Silence waits, patiently to be broken by a sound from the flourishing purple hibiscus. Did you see todays headlines ? Heraclitus, for his proverbial utterance is blamed for the flux and fire ! A chill came down like a snake on the fold, like the ploughshares of harvest, when summer is lean