You cannot see my forcefield,
But you know it's there.
You will not cross my yellow tape,
There's a crime scene here.
You avoid bursting my bubble
And breathing noxious air.
You stay outside my atmosphere
Yet gravity draws you near.
Friday, August 6, 2010
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And that's a wrap (for the week). Enjoy the weekend.
Another awesome example of your ability to organically weave true rhyme into your poetry, Brent.
The rhyme is so subtle, I love the abstract of the poem and the use of color and gasses. (did I just say that?)
There's a mystery to this one.
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