Sampled Experiences

Sampled Experiences

A Poem by Dith

The time invites you like a
dark stare inside limousine
The sleep of all sleep
To barely awake on sofa, alone
To see the dead as undead
in vision and memory
when the time invites it

Soft notes of mandolin
in distant conversation
floating, foul intent
poured into pulled ears
and thicker than meaning
suffers to live

A stringed ideal shared between
voices. Resonant notes spiral
tongues inside bodies at rest.
A bow shapes the depth, grave
yet awake. Space plate bends
sentiment and light from
guitar solos�"the kings
of infinite space,
thick, indifferent strummings.
This miraculous
organ sends
fortune to

© 2010 Dith

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Added on January 10, 2010
Last Updated on January 10, 2010



Orlando, FL

I'm 25. I've been writing (essays, poems) for fourteen years. I like poetry, politics, music, philosophy, photography, deep breathing. Lately I've been writing abstract type poetry where I experime.. more..

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