Thus has become some adventurous tone
Without killing the killer
Without deviding the tides.
This has become the century of satisfaction
Without moderation to self-monitoring factions
Or control as a sanctuary some place to collapse.
You shall know me
By the stars of graduating
The worlds in mending
The edging of handless men.
Separation of lifeless lines
And suspicious fires
Found in holy rounds around the moon's
Soft shape and forgotten crates.
This has become the stage for
My own spacious findings without
Some type of your concerned thinking.
Author notes
Dreaming of riding without a helmet.
A contest entry
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300 points, ended May 30, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Living dangerously, aren't you? LOL Sometimes rules are made to keep people alive. Yet, I have heard that helmets sometimes come off - do not protect as supposed to. Interesting that one has that wish to defy authority - one spin on this, yet others too.
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This was amazing. Plain and simple. The end was my favorite. Great write!
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nicely written ... Good luck!
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