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oviedomedina

Published: Nov 26, 2015

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For a sea is just a sea:
an hyperbole of nymphs
and drop-sized planets
into an all-blue galaxy
not.
A word is just a word
and your brain must take
a drill into the depths of the neck
to eliminate the true heart
above the spine
-not the bloodturner between the ribs,
sorry ladies-
A sky is just a sky
and not a lady
desperate in her crisis of age
blinging out her vegas
for all the eyes to see.
And the expectation is the expectation:
same old wheel
same old song
you saw before you see
it.

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So finally-FINALLY- my graduation reader sent back his concept and critique on my Creative Writing grad project.
His only problem is me saying the sea is deep, and the sky being high, and me not following Gracián´s old saying.
Whatever.

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BlackBowfin

Dec 5, 2015

Well done, bud. This is a really neat read.

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