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| Plummeting
by rabbitbrown at 7/15/2009 5:00:45 PM
Wait a little
Thou art stumbling
It is a dark, cold place
Where I am standing
Senseless the apparitions
Of strangers come and gone
How they speak to me
This is not where you belong
Fear the angel
Whose death walks on darkened wings
Whose beauty is barren
Falls from his heart plummeting
Cautious steps
Thou art carelessly fumbling
Over the strangest things
And from where I am standing
I see heartache disguised
As almost unruly distention
Words that flutter like sickness
And this mistaken redemption
Come - follow not this path
Whose sands merely bring suffering
Whose trees are like bad memories
Falling through your heart plummeting
Softly now
Those steps of mourning
Thou art dulled
By expectancy
And a mirriad of strangers
Whose thoughts linger in deprivation
Who hath foresaken mercy
By their own institution
Fear the hand
Whose pulse is waked by tragedy
Whose intention is fatal
With its soul falls life plummeting
And with the greatest of ease
Slips life through its cold fingers
Twisted ironically
Choked by a hatred which lingers
Stand aside now
Thou art tumbling
It is a hard, stoney place
Where I am standing
Fear the eyes
Whose gaze clutters responsibility
Whose speech is incoherent
Falls from the lips like plummeting
Shelter the innocense
Whose weakness abounds on tethered wings
Whose hopefullness breathes
Through this grief
And sheds its plague like plummeting.
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