Tortuous and endless lines of society

Tortuous and endless lines of society

A Poem by Prates

Traced yarns, tangled over each other.
Undulating abstraction.
The outline of the severed hand.
Heartbeats.
Radial vibrations
Crossed circles
By phallic lines.
From the phallus to falsity
Creating generates the confusion of living.
Ignition of the search for
Understandment of the confusion.
Being human is not walking in straight lines
But in the circles that lead us to everything.
Existing in the terrestrial cenotaph is existing in the naturalistic perfection.

© 2010 Prates


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a tangled tongue tangling write..

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. wow ... intensely thought-provoking and profound ... particularly this line ...

Being human is not walking in straight lines

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Prates
Prates

Lisbon, Lisbon, Portugal



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Does it matter? I'm probably the only portuguese here, so.. I'm 20 and I just write poetry. The rest is history. I have a blog. Check it out, if you read portuguese. more..

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