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The Stock ExchangeThe voices yell over themselves, It’s a sea of madness down here. A great many people, all with opinions And wills and theories. Screaming out to whoever will listen As if the end were nigh, With a desperation, desire And hunger that I envy. Through all the requisite channels The sparks travel, The need to speak makes itself known. Yet the signals are empty; I have no hidden messages. I reach out with limp fingers. Among the babbling horde, I have nothing to say.The Stock Exchange
by ~UrbanLove
Like a doughnut, really.It is a bizarre duality; the most profound of systems made, seemingly, of chaos. And propelled by atomistic notions of something and nothing.Like a doughnut, really.
Each with our measure of space-time, granted in secrecy and self-affirming (with Cartesian reason ready at hand) and spelling the motion of our days in the very first spasm of life.
We construct all the roads and all of the bridges, designing the form of the formless to lead us, continually, to the other. We will conduct the void like private gods, to always defer to the other.
To the void we l
by ~UrbanLove
Follow the ArrowThe lights have negated in the hall, Agents of time traverse my lair. The open evening is sallow and dim As my Icarus takes to the air.Follow the Arrow
by ~UrbanLove
All I Need Are My ArtichokesAll I need, she says, Are my artichokes. Need stands about awkwardly,All I Need Are My Artichokes
Foreign to this silent house.
Her crumpled smile, heaped onto her jowls Surfaces lazily To show little hardened beads Of yellowed milk. Her body makes an overhang, Her limbs form alternate bows and crevices. Her voice hisses and wavers like an anxious kettle. Her woollen jumper is articulated By ellipses of backbone.
Wrapped in her stained fingers,
A little kitten blinks and mews confusedly, Synchronised with her senility. The kitten knows more strangers than it d
by ~UrbanLove
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