Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Saturn is Rising

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A bright spot in the night sky.

An omen of immortal proportions.

Moves. Sways. Explodes.

Can we equate ourselves to gods?

Sitting alone in our technological throne rooms.

Weeping into our soup.

As the diabolical monkey dances.

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Written by barryr22

November 17, 2010 at 3:26 am

Posted in Poetry

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