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Cluttered Shapes

27 July 2011 Poetry 2 Comments

Let these words be a window into a world of cluttered shapes

Who are pushed to conform, but call out for greater space

With ‘out of the box’ clichés but the meaning fits the frame

They say life’s a battle, they say life’s a game, they say it’s what you make it

And they’re all right depending on the day

I draw my thoughts from a well of dawning exposes

Unearthed out of darkness, for how else can they be raised?

They say the universal is conveyed by the specific and mundane

Yet these words have so far hidden behind the symbolic and the vague

But I say this is a window barely half raised

The meaning lies behind the door of another page

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