.Making.Shapes.

By Jeff O

Sat, 30 May 2009
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Loosen your wrists,
Become your physique,
Within vibrations
An autumn leaf.

A gospel singer-
Radiant, Serenading
A pagan parade.

Heaven and hell
Conversing,
One another abound in compliment.

The fusion of understanding
Beyond simple tongue,
The sort that inflates,
Allowing you to create
A million different types of shape.

Loosening my wrists,
Becoming my physique,
Just dancing, my dear-
Just dancing.

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Submitted by Beeme on
I really like this. Especially these lines; "A gospel singer- Radiant, Serenading A pagan parade." and I love the first paragraph, this is really good in my opinion. Thanks for the read Beeme

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