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Matt Hein / Poetry / DarkWolf / | |
| Dark Wolf Dark Wolf Written 03-28-03 Hey, ya’ll...here’s another ‘humanity encroaches on nature’ poem. I came up for the idea for this poem when checking out symphonic midis pretty late into the night. Hell, I think this poem might actually be viable, but I guess I’ll leave that to you to decide. The moonlight prominent amongst the silver blue fields, I hear a cry resonate, rippling with abandon...from the sentinel the wolf... and yet, such enigmatic nature would in cliche detract, yet performs the opposite for myself, beckong me near, though conscienciously aware of ramification. But I seem to harness little regard...like the wolf, sun burns at my eyes as well, rendering myself noctune, denizen of the alleyways and thoroughfares, encroached by endless light of the cities. these dwellings of humanity have a longing for light, with constant amthropomorphization and advances, to harness the light of the moon never to sleep to evade that fallacy...mechninzed, endless... formed against the fires of natural will... but, I , like the wolf recede into it, unnoticed... my eyes will adjust... eventually... fin... |
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