The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                         †††† december-2011                                                    Number-2

 

 

 

 

Painful Commerce

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Web of wicked form tangles to our lives,

Returning us in silken waves to the core;

While painful commerce coldly thrives.

Benumbed but ever watchful I behave,

Believing threads through space do blindly bore;

Web of wicked form tangles to our lives.

Mindful still the embered emotion survives,

I travel sticky strands arriving as before;

While painful commerce coldly thrives.

Heart knows the light and laughter it craves,

While all surrogates prove light and poor;

Web of wicked form tangles to our lives.

Engines search space with cyber knives,

Bleeding old wounds yet bloody and sore;

While painful commerce coldly thrives.

Coaled will remains while the soul raves

Against black strandsóblanched world:

Web of wicked form tangles to our lives,

While painful commerce coldly thrives.

 

 

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