All I Have To Offer

 

Gabriela Lindley

Molly Fenn

English 4

November 12, 2013

All I Have to Offer

 

Run

                   the

                                  music

 

through

the secret ambassadors doors

Whisper it’s a revolution.

                                         The stakes I have to offer

are                                                                                                           high

so

count

the

                            stars

and

the

holes                              they

leave,

Darling.

They are the spiritual acts of

Flesh

and

Bone

Measured out [_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_l_] to the Night.

 

One

by

One

by

One

.

.

.

My daughter heard someone talking

(Though she should have been in bed)

And

                                                            realized

that

                                                                   Things

have

come to

                         that.

In abstract terms,

she           has        no      other        way

to                 shove

or

break

or

barter between the lines of

The ground that opens up and envelops

Her Own Clasped Hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A poeem done for english constructed of other poems.