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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Belial's Garden

The moonlight blurs the movements
Contemplative and colorless
The chase ensues
Outlasting
Entangled
Grass and dirt and communication
Tangled in a passing moment
Light is seeping from the ground
No remnant of truth will change the course of this
The egg and the ear are open to it
Dancing till the legs collapse
And make the flesh a feast for sleeping ants
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