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    dots Submission Name: Two Moons and a Wavering Sundots

    Author: Soul-Hugger
    ASL Info:    33/F/Canada
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 409/221/65
    Words: 70
    Class/Type: Misc/Dark
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       Seminal apocalyptic dystopian lullaby. Nighty night.

    (I know, not the most sunshiny thing to post after a long time away, haha.)

    Cheers, EliteSkills friends! :)

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    dotsTwo Moons and a Wavering Sundots

    I worry about the end of the world
    As if it had an edge and I could fall off it.

    Last night I dreamed the Earth had two moons
    And a wavering sun as though the cosmic thread
    Had just been snapped and gravity
    Was being sucked into space.

    Humanity stood, awed automatons staring
    out fourteenth floor windows,
    while the manicured lawns confessed nothing.

    Submitted on 2012-06-20 14:15:30     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Generic and uninspired. I usually don't comment on your work, because it isn't normally worth my time. The very premise of the piece itself is to be called into question as the content that you present is very vapidly cliché. I'd scrap this or work to retool it so it isn't something taken off of the back of a videogame box or a shitty C-list movie.
    | Posted on 2015-09-04 00:00:00 | by HisNameIsNoMore | [ Reply to This ]
      This is memorable, a real dream-image! I know I will keep remembering it for several days. Must be a good poem!

    It's nice to read you here and I missed you!

    Anyway, I think you said the sunshine was wobbly, not weak?

    A couple of years ago, I saw a guy in Sydney near Central Station who had this big placard saying: END NOT NIGH.

    Somehow, your poem made me thijnk of that guy.
    | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      I kind of like this poem, in a way it reminds me of a deep and consecutive amount of thought, how in this frame one day can be the same as another and seven lots of this because as the thing I know as a week.

    how that outward expansion of time, in allotments,
    allows us to plot or place an experience, recognize a difference; one thing may be the same as another and then no thing is ever the same. it gives us a scale we could not have imagined.

    The manicured lawns are cut down, to say they confessed nothing is a high end thought.

    And I like the use of Caps - especially
    'And a wavering sun as though the cosmic thread'

    so that when I read that line it can be a complete and full line.

    And I like the feeling I get from this piece about place, like the writing, this writing, is just a piece, a point of gravity the author has pulled down, important, and much, and still nothing

    in the way that something opened can never be finished. an endless momentum, and still- we sit and hope. and look to find ourselves within it.

    True, i project too much, but what i find in this one is a deep melancholy and the movement of searching.

    So nice to see you around and active as a poet.

    In a sort of related way, after always wanting to see the movie 'Apocalypto' i finally watched it, and yup, the cyclic thing - we all have our struggles and no thing is ever the same. kind of humbling though, to see families torn apart, lives ended, worlds forever changed. Today is Wednesday and I have watched it each night this week.

    Cheers to you.

    | Posted on 2012-06-21 00:00:00 | by Daniel Barlow | [ Reply to This ]
      manicured lawns...a reminder of grass, nature, something to love..

    automatons staring out of high rises....what we've become..
    skyscrapers that block the sky...block the beautiful moons and the sun...

    the end of the world, gravity sucked into space with the rest of us...

    the edge is already here and i feel most have already fallen over it.

    existence is waning---we are too dependent on machines, we are machines.

    this poem really sends strong message...look what we have done to ourselves.

    | Posted on 2012-06-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
      Apocalyptic and dystopian, indeed.

    Your last strophe is very telling, especially your key words "automaton" and "manicured" - a perspective I sadly agree with.

    This was definitely different.
    | Posted on 2012-06-20 00:00:00 | by trinityfinger | [ Reply to This ]

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