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Cities at night
with their
electric phosphorescence
are enormous
cyclops' eyes peering
into the mostly unexplored
vast abyss
of the universe,
trying
to make tenuous
contact with other
cities on other insular
planets that float on their
own river Styx
around their
own
indifferent suns.
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I was first intrigued by where you were going with this piece, how ever your imagery was off and made it difficult to understand. I got the picture easy enough, but...some of the words you used just didn't seem to fit and took away from what could've been. It sounds more analytical than poetic.
I was first intrigued by where you were going with this piece, how ever your imagery was off and made it difficult to understand. I got the picture easy enough, but...some of the words you used just didn't seem to fit and took away from what could've been. It sounds more analytical than poetic.
