June 15, 2014

A HUNDRED POEMS — 072

By EPRobles

my death(sentence) –> dies
singularly learned (stiff)necks)
scrutinized by prose(police)
a formality of dusty halls
the light that never falls
but my prose-eat sunlight
unstructured for the soul

:: 06-12-2013 ::

About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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