Anonymity
Hammerstroke and heatstroke,
Fever dreams in the foundry;
I struck the bronze fiercely,
I shivered in the sounding.
Oh, the shaking atoms!
They quake in my wake,
The soundwaves crash over
To replace what I take.
The alleyway, it reverberates!
The people pause to see,
But then move on in earnest
Anonymity.
I was new, once,
A youthful anomaly,
But with age comes knowledge and
Anonymity.
My brother and I.
you two look right Irish in that photo. first stanza is my favourite.
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love the poem 🙂 and you have amazing eyes!!! (can especially tell from your profile pic! lol)
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=) it’s like your brother knows what your doing without even seeing it.
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Nice picture. I agree about you looking very irish. Ryn: your right about it not being rational.. But it doesn’t seem like many people are rational… and rarley do people act upon being rational.. He seems to be feeling better.
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