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The chrunched realisation of deja vu
the symbolism inplanted in you
the mystic and the sprite
and the realisation that nature's not right
and the understanding of the fight
and the divisions and the crack in the light
that olde eskimo and the candles of green
lifes never what it may seem and be seen
the boundaries that the light does pass
are few bewteen and are the mesh of the harassed
of christmases here and of christmas past
the angel of light did admonish and pass
for the password of life is known by few
and it was handed down to the little jew
and spewed it's vomit to those passing through
Georges

I found this poem interesting when read out-loud. I encourage others to read it this way.

Very clever allusions to Cohen's lines. And i enjoy the cadence, which seems to pick up pace as if rolling down a hill...but i have to admit i do not understand your last line. Can you enlighten me? Regards, Laurie

Thanks for your comments, the poem made no sense so i corrected it today. I write from my head sitting at the computer.
Georges

That's as good a way to write poetry as any, George