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Golden Arrow
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PAPER PURSUIT
There had been no snow to tell of
during that year's nightmarish war,
but in the midst of all the combat
Winter Moon still rose high as hell
to freeze the broad battlefield with
its almighty white and so blinding
glare like God had chosen to slow
time for the moment and show us
the portrait of our concious coma
where the bullets were then bound
to badly butcher. Instead they just
hung in front our frightened faces.
As the portrait commenced again
to turn because the clock yearned
and bounced us back into motion
with a great clicking ticking doom
we were witness to our own death
becoming the part of the very next
generation of peace and leisure
and reprieve from Golden Arrow,
a history that shook our marrow.
Brilliantly structured and
Brilliantly structured and detonated with your rare and charismatic talent . . . it absolutely took my breath away. First, you set the stage for a war-torn winter with shattering eloquence and unforgettable phrases, then you drove home your message with the most innovative strategy:
" . . . like God had chosen to slow
time for the moment and show us
the portrait of our concious coma
where the bullets were then bound
to badly butcher."
Amazing. And then, "the portrait commenced" and with it war's blind and absolute rage:
"with a great clicking ticking doom
we were witness to our own death"
A truly remarkable work of art.