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The Day Job of a Poet


i must support my flesh
my flesh supports my words
my words support my i

a daily wage
waging war
words are casualty and victor
words are limp with vigor
see?

what my hands do in the daytime
what they touch
what they accept

say this:

the day is seminated by deeds
the night by dreams

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sumalangitnawa
okt 18, 2001
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i get so emotional baby

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lustrum Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2001   Writer
deed and dream are forever forbidden to meet. logical and psuedo, as dying and dreaming of death.

thy words support thy i, indeed. . .

Support thy flesh; don't You thy thresh!

lustrum
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A labyrinthine tale of God.
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meglocrush Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001
the deeds allow for dreams.

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(im not as eem as you think i am)
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locussolus Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001
no, words are victors. not casualties. see? or so it seems to me, reading it.

there are dreams hiding in the deeds, arent there?
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--888green888-- Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001
I don't quite understand this, which strangely makes it all the more interesting.

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