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Mister Tell Us

spoken chronicle of ruin land tales

reciter of archives as metaphor

oracle to "The Quest For Dust"

Nomadic States caravan  educator 

dust etched alabaster pallor

shroud with crafted tapestry

translator of "The Ping"

to "open a book"

just speak his simple name

Mister Tell Us...

 

   -Hey Kid-

Mute instrumental juggler

skin hued anamorphic mother-o'-pearl

skilled in audio improvisation

portable state jester entertainer

 algeic-formed-patch-like hair

Sound Track for "The Quest For Dust"

Cypher of Cryptic "Thrum Waves"

entertainment  from whirly-gizmo's

just call him by his name

Hey Kid...

 

 

       -EX- 175-

Energy Xcel

 

 

— IKnowNoBox, Jan 06, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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TheRealTearsICry

18 years 5 months ago

hmmm...

im diggin' it. ~RealTears
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 5 months ago

Thank you.

It is a start a prelude to a short series about a tribe state of nomads moving across the earth on huge earth barges.A quest toward the horizon and closer to the Beacon and it's many markers.Continuously Mining the charged metals from the ruin of city.A Genesis after the apocalyptic catasphye that dissolved all but pocketed "exiled"Sealed States.but it has devepolement still and this is just the peek before the ...or during the Quest For Dust...Mister Tell Us ...and "side kick, Hey Kid. Sci-Fan...?
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TheRealTearsICry

18 years 5 months ago

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nah im not an sci~fan....
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TheRealTearsICry

18 years 5 months ago

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the anwser is still nah... lol..