A Poem by seaNobody

waiting, like a dead fly
to be resurrected 
the rational glare
of sane and mechanical hum
is a stone making ascension
To the skies of wild 
A quiet death.

© 2012 seaNobody

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i heard a fly buzz when i died

you take the old favorite and make it modern and alive again

Posted 5 Years Ago

looking forward to reading more of you

Posted 5 Years Ago

Concisely striking delineation of poetry's truth of everything turning into everything else. And at the greatest depth, death turns to life turns to death. . .perpetual resurrection.

Posted 5 Years Ago

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Added on May 29, 2012
Last Updated on May 29, 2012

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