Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes,
for my own reasons; taking a word like writes
down tiers of tries until its secret rites
make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS
can amazingly and funnily become STAR
and right to left that small star
is mine, for my own liking, to stare
its five lucky pins inside out, to store
forever kindly, as if it were a star
I touched and a miracle I really wrote.
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The Rat's and star line is a refference to George Orwell's 1984 I believe..But your write.. She was emotionally destraught and torn inside. She felt a real suffering for the world and her life.
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Signals from the heart to let people know how messed up inside she is? I don't get the RATS and STAR lines but that is me and my blondeness. Still a good poem here.
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