Paul Robinson Poetry


Stark Offer by the Guard in This Spherical Prison
September 19, 2009, 10:30 pm
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Diatomic Oxygen

Air the cage is all around,
Clamped tight to our skin.
We are incognizant of its’ existence,
(from one moment to the next)
Allowed to wander in it’s stomach,
Our lungs taking snippets when breathed in.

PRobinson

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This is acute. How does ‘Air’ though fit with the rest of the first line- I just can’t seem to make sense of it.

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