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Calm Reaper
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NO EYELIDS
Reflections of the Self
warp and suck me into
the fiendish functions
and frenzied fragments
of a shattered mirror---
a gleaming dreamworld
and redundant bookshelf
where an intercom sits
transmitting strangeness.
Never stop wrapping me
in wicked wondrous web.
The Calm Reaper scythe
rips apart confusion led
by sustained secret chaos,
immaculate information.
Reality diminishes quick
as oysters are harvested---
dining on our own demise.
Can I follow up with a question
Can I follow up with a question?
Starward
Sure thing bada bing
Go go go for it.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
I like this one very
I like this one very much---especially the alliteration, and the very coy reference to the Walrus and the Carpenter, and Lewis Carroll's poetry, at the end.
Starward
Thank you Mr. Muse
I had to change it, because it was outright plaigarism.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues
I noticed you dropped the
I noticed you dropped the line about the looking glass. Is that the plagiarism to which you referred above?
Starward
Yes
It is... I confess that I had taken it from a separate source than that of my own original making.
bananas are the perfect food
for prostitues