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strange it is this knowing you to hold onto mountains as if the absolute carried final truth. you'll find me, buried beneath comets. gasp and wonder at why misfortune crawls up our spines. seethe and journey within words and paintings. these reflections seem far more real than the vocal imaginings within the comfort of this room. we were foetal once, an enclosed cosmos. burst and shatter, frail anger at what-if's and dreams ground into soft grey powder. this taste of iron will never compare to the drag of dandelion crowns floating, floating: orbs of whispered content. restless, restless: a spiral figure eight. ____________________________________ |
Am I getting infinity? I like this. I'm not sure if I quite understand all of it throughout. BUt if you would like to tell me one day what you were going for I would be pleased to hear it. :) | Posted on 2008-09-14 00:00:00 | by lori_tab | [ Reply to This ] | |