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and i know that's what i seem to desire as a pyramid to tutankhamen's eyes lined with kohl and coal covered fingers cupping flame to ceiling asking asking what all those symbols mean when everything can be taken out of context and eventualities which never quite eventuate how you will it to be and i sold my palms to the closest fortune-teller willing me empresses and rivers and rabbit-holes into my wonderland where conversation is a silent motionless enterprise of saffron and silk and rustling curvatures implying bodies dancing and living and laughing and searching for the next little thing and i on the mezzanine and i in a hallway circumventing solutions mapped out by cartesian thinkers by encyclopaedic memories and notes and notes and more endless misconceptions given salt and pepper to taste i want all of this to crumble for hieroglyphics to bathe in green currents green melodies in silver solutions inseeming and insoluble inscrutable and enchanting you _______________________________________ |
i like how you say that we so desirious of good things , tone our minds and bodies to search for eventualities which never come out the way as willed. Then in crippled desire we consort with fortune tellers (the blinders to our vision) as we search for the next chanceful thing. As we search through the all of knowledge, we find they are only guidelines for us to flavor with the salt and pepper of our own lives. in the last stanza , i surmise that with all that knowledge wefinally come to realise that the end result is how we interpret how our lives should be lived.| Posted on 2008-08-18 00:00:00 | by realpoet | [ Reply to This ] | |