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Panic

crawls back into a bud from a fog holding a lifeline, devastator screaming clad in agony and moss like a maid losing her breast. It reveals its purpose and drives. The clouds Are budding. It stands despite all loss vanishing like smoke.

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Stephen Kilmer

Date: 10/27/2013 11:09:00 PM

For some reason I am thinking that this has to do with cancer and the fear of losing a breast. I may be totally wrong, but nevertheless it homes to me as my Mother suffered from breast cancer and the panic it caused was very real. ~Kilmer

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 10/27/2013 11:14:00 PM

Keen interpretation! I'm happy you understand. ~Laura

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/11/2013 9:44:00 PM

Laura, i love the way you introduced panic on it's own pitch and perceptive stands. xox~PD

Justin Bordner

Date: 2/10/2013 3:09:00 PM

This could be great depicted on a canvas Laura - this work of yours is akin to free-association which is a very rewarding method of expression - when I first began making literature I would compose mostly from my subconscious, developing a stronger sense of soul, making love to the concepts, forms of our language itself - it was so much fun and so cryptic - I continue to do so - I respect and enjoy your roving of styles - J.A.B. %