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Hello, hello.

a pretty digital flower

This is the newest in my wee verse slash poetry collection. 

Without a title, as yet, she is an angsty number full of wonderful description. I wanted to try something different, in my style of writing. I decided I was only allowed to edit two things when I was done, no refining as I went [even if things didn't always make sense as far as content and vocab went] 

What became of such restrictions, I think, is quite interesting. Enjoy, and don't read into things too much.. Find pleasure in the words as they are, don't contextualize, read in search of colour, shades and temperature. Find yourself immersed in a thousand words without implications and intended significance.

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hanging above what seems heaven
streams und creeks of absolut
but I don’t know God
intellect tells of fiction; sagacity conquers

this is a rope, not your hand
do not attempt a saviour’s position now
you’re far from late, so overdue you’re on time
in time for standstill, to smile and see the fallen

tunes play, only.. i see them now
i am beyond audible vocals
i envision chords, orchestral sensation
you begin conducting and i crave atonality

i require shades of turquoise
the ultimate in green on rivers
will flow without boundary or course
but on sentiment and nostalgia

if curves present, you turned away
and lost sight of me in peachy bliss
for now, rapture compells me
my rope is taught no more as i plunge 

into consummate elegance; peachy and turquoise

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Thomas A. Bradley.

Jan 14th, 2010.