Gazing at the clouds -white puffy-
churning in the back of my head
i saw this obsolete face...
if you stare long enough,
you can see it condescend
how the ideal of centripital
force becomes of me
how the gravitatioanl pull has
some sort of effect
and the stirring wind makes me crawl...
the vivid silouette closes It's eyes
transporting through my quisical thoughts
when i know that those same
perpetual balls of purity
seem to finds my illuminate lies.
and those proven in it the most..
how they love to use the word.
..without it's natural purity.
word use vs. activity
of those who abstain from crawl
or claim they haven't
at all
minimally versed in those confident ways
though learning each stirring day
understanding only in the say.
For this looks to refer to a poem misvisualized
Crawling? or covering with arms over eyes
Still, praying is something very pleasing in God's sight
And often the wise try it, ...always seeing its effect
It's called relationship,
One should not do without it.

I read this poem 4 times, but still can't tell what it is really about. Any help from the author? - Leona
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Was hoping that it was clear enough so that no one would have to obsess over the poem, but to answer you, without delay, I composed the second portion in answer to the first. With that in mind, read it again to gain some understanding. I am confident in your abilities.
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I really must go now. You really must agree.
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or not
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I really must go...agreed or not.
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GO-GO!!
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Is this a curious assortment of malaprops loosley connected by strange climatic imagery or was the intention serious?,,,RT

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serious as a heart attack
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RT ^^ haven't you heard of Rubic Cube poetry? ^^ Malory
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answers: subjective, yes, no.
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I must say the intent of this poem is not very clear, you must search deep beneath the purpose to find true meaning to this jumble of images.---Tim.