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We’re lying in the silence
where revolutions wax and wane like
the autumn lunar cycle, eloquently circular
and fingernail thin, like our assurances have grown.
Sort through all this mess but isn't every
questioner
just a little afraid of getting to the bottom of everything
and finding nothing there, perhaps

not even emptiness, in all its shape-shifting spirit forms.
So change is inevitable, and maybe immutability is
as well, because there could be any number
of unspokens in this transitory zone.

Lift your head into the wind and
wake up now, there are
so many vivid hues and faded greys to breathe in
and out before you leave
so many roads of broken glass to travel down.
We need to smile sometimes

even when it’s our secret that we’re still
so raw and numb. And your smile looks
so real tonight, even if nothing else is

anymore. So now I know,
there isn’t any revolution that wants
me
to be a part of it
but maybe there’s an uprising or a river to cross

or a silvery moon with an ascending ladder
to swing from into the dark and unknown.
So write this in the starlight
in whatever ink you can find or create
because in the end if anything matters it isn’t
what lasts

but what we make of what never will.
©2008-2009 ~spiralinggrey
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O.O... I <3 you....I've been sifting through droves of poems tonight and it seems like everything is angst -y tween crap... But this is lovely... The flow and the language! The beginning is wonderfully woven together, so as the poem doesn't feel repetitive or too long. Kudos! :judge:
Amen to that!

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FEAR from ~FEARxREGRET
What are you working for?
What are you waiting for?
I like this quite a bit. The imagery really does give a very ethereal impression, perhaps of a still, cold, dark night. A friend might sit alone, or watch another friend, thinking of what things might happen tommorrow.

I can only offer a bit of solid critique. It seems just a little too disconnected, it makes it a bit hard to follow.

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Bullshit is only laudable amongst those who bullshit, and know it, and are full enough of it to be amused.
A brilliant pointer to good philosophies with a suprise twist that doesn't dissapoint! Reminds me of the poetry of Mike Pearson.

Real great work!

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"The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason." --John Cage

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