Mandolin

A Poem by HighBrowCulture

Beauty, coned awe, filtration in kingdom,

A chorus of silence, the chord struck,

Pause- requiem for inebriated moments...

Why do electric dolls dance in my veins,

When a moment seems- godlike-

What is it, in me, or the scaffolding of being,

That this universe, at times, seems as bold as love.

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Added on February 24, 2010
Last Updated on February 24, 2010

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