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Anima Sola Poem -By Ashley M Graetz

Canto 1


Anima Sola pen and ink By Ashley M Graetz 2005

CANTO 1


I did not want to have been this incarnate foolish tool,


in a time of stupid lies upon which society has built


its dusty hopes.


A myriad of embalmed thoughts accosted through


a digital score.


Each corporate flower grown upon its on altitude forlorn


silken tie to the concrete and fiscal lies.


The pertinence of space comprises a crust thrown to families of dogs,

spaced evenly upon cube’s of green vermillion grass.


How long in application to the virtuous lines through


money tubes of foregone information.


As sales rise and fall on false emotions. A Collage within

Fractal glass.


Info divided in Permeating loops upon Neptunes ballroom floor which rests a great

Cemetery of sand,

To which the ghosts of mariners dance.


Till our chorus of persona

Impervious and transient appear to connect.

Those Words burnt not into stone

But liquid crystal of the deceptive monuments of a bygone meme.


That which is good and bad traverse equally distant

The crust

Spat out by the family of dogs

In fair light of the

Open waters

Land worn bridges

And war-torn hearts.




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