Eftsoon
in effluvium
I leap.
laughing, the pugnacious pugilist
warms his
glockenspiel toes
in consequence, failling.
Uprooted and grey-green
an electric hammer-throw
wheezes into the
from
which glows white hot cold.
Author notes
If you look at the structure of this piece, it actually shows you the 'From' in profile.
(And I really mean FROM...not 'form') 
A contest entry
- Abstact Poetry #33 - The Difference - by The Cube.
500 points, ended February 2, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This was definately different, and althogh I don't necessarily understand what you are meaning Iiked it verymuch
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So did the boxer's shoes come off when he was laid to waste and you smelled his feet leaving you almost naseous? I tried and hope I got somewhere near the target. I think most people who viewed this were afraid to take a stab at it. I'm the village idiot and have no fears. RC
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Wheezes into the black? the night? the blank?
I dunno... tried looking at the structure a few different ways...
to no avail.
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