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Post by Aish on Aug 22, 2005 1:54:31 GMT -5
There is trouble, come long and drawn out tepid to sort the silt and banish...just banish this doubt of interferance.
Running it would seem, yet slow and steady, wrapping spools with my hair and wonderment at the placidity, lucidity of which we bear - no fruit, as was written or burnished flesh -
eat, eat my love and fatten songs with your teeth.
The easy, gentle motion between dreams has not ruptured.
Snake bites with no venom fester, run through my right hand and scoured black -
straight through mournful eyes. I see the unseen unhidden.
Barebacked and naked. Wanting.
One year from the first, almost a year eclipsed. Moonlust as my bride.
At the waters edge, I'll lay embers and quiet the sound of your thunder. Break me, if you must. The tides in your palm gathered and resewn.
Paving, unpaved in darkest light. The echoes and breeze of nameless wonders, drift back to sear renegade bands.
Supernova tears amid celestial grains.
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Post by Yossarian on Aug 22, 2005 9:14:41 GMT -5
the imagery in here was great, chrys, really brought the piece to a nice close; I especially like the final line.
sorry, but I can't really leave good feedback today...I'm really tired. I'll be back later.
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