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A poem about thinking, thoughts, ideas and whatnot. To me a good poem means many things |
Think by Keaton Foster Clear, Fear, Solid, Hope, Vision, Nope. Nothing, Blind, World, Wild. People Dying, Killing In kind. Sheeple, Simple, Simpletons, Overtly Redundant, Unequivocally Repugnant. Hate, Fear, Closer, Near. Approximate, Proximity, Feelings So queer. Weirder, Wait. Words, Weapons, Instruments Of endings And beginnings. Plain Plaintiffs, Fighting, Life, Living The same. Said differences, Condemnation, Repudiated Obfuscations, Wholesome Obliterations. Ambiguously Abreast, Understandingly Molest. Dealings, Knowing, Showing. See me, Feel this, Inside, Out. Words, Expressionless, Pontifications, Sideways, This vacation. Thyself, No else. Alone, Up high, Above, Lower still, All around. Stones, Mountains, Monuments. Decay, Nurturing, Nature Just gone. Nowhere, Nothing, Naught. Nude In being, Naked Of feeling. Dimensional, Intentional, Maligning Meaning. Hope, Same rope. Ideas, Reasons, Pointless Absurdities. Retardedly Inert, Passively Resistant. Imagination, Creative Enslavement. Ideas Expressed, Nope, Not yet. Gestated Entanglements, Living inside, Dying out. We, Us, Others, None. Understanding A point, Indeed There is, Nor has been, One. It is, Has been, What we, All of us, Think… Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2008-2021 |