Rachel and I wrote this poem while both describing two
separate objects (neither of us knew the other person�s object while
writing).� After finishing the poem we
both tried to guess each other�s objects (guesses and actual objects are at the
end�)� My lines are in italics and
Rachel�s are in normal text.� This was
good fun so try it!
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Mechanical
strangulation limits my reach
Carrying the unguided and
Misplaced power to identify
Indefinite lives beyond a sphere,
Endless objects at a
finger away.
Gaping holes that go unnoticed
Teachings that dispel no truth
All encompassed by those who
Advertise apathy.
It is baffling to find
such restriction in utter
simplicity.
Yet I am bound;
suffocating for Dead.
Careful to move slowly
and anxious to run.
Run from it�
This message carries none but uninherited
����������� Unsubstantiated philosophy.
A ghetto of molten green trees and
Empty, decaying, forgotten benches
Is lucky to survive.
Lucky if I am saved.
Unfortunate and
disregarded isolation-
Infinitely watching;
never touching.
Restrained, gagged
anticipation.
I am detained
indefinitely.
So stroke your hand across my neck
����������� And down my leg and
Close your eyes to the reality
Surrounding this facism.
�����������
����������� Untie myself
Liberate hostility and
entrapment
����������� And run.�������������
I will flee or
escape-but
I will still return to
suffocation again.
Your passivity will likely go unnoticed in your own home
����������� But it�s seeping is nearly as
����������� Dangerous
As this blur of preservatives,
Constantly on the offensive.
4 May 2004
Emma�s Guess:
a dying plant in the corner of a room in a house
Rachel�s Guess: a
car
Emma�s Object: a leash
Rachel�s Object: a television