Chaos

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Chaos

White
rushing
pounding
water upon my soul
LOUD
so very loud
and chaotic
and cold
Inside you
Inside me
crashing to the depths below
Now calm
and warmth
bathed in
wetness and light
The ear splitting
mind numbing
cacaphony is done
and rest has begun.

18/11/06

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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