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Date Posted: 15:59:55 07/21/01 Sat
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In reply to:
William James Blackford
's message, "Six various moments in Time" on 15:47:36 06/21/01 Thu
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>These are mine... caught ya Goldie
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>If I could….
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>If only I could
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>I would hold you above all
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>I would shed blood in your name
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>I would cast my shadow to dance for you,
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>Making the sweetest mockery of myself for all to see
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>Yet still I sit atop, half sunken within the sun,
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>your flesh still mine, still embedded, woven into
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>my patchwork of muscle, mind and marrow
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>A Sheer Scarf from a Lilliputian in Hell
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>Toasted shivers ascend within
>as from the crackling pale gold campfire,
>my spirit melds with the viscous dance of
>a wide, thin, and gossamer ash
>This singed and translucent wraith of tattered edges,
>belly reflecting wine red-orange,
>end over end traveling nowhere:
>space station fluidity of a ghostly fiery sojourner
>His time is ending
>His dispersal suddenly unseen soot into
>black snow flurries rising past the stationary star
>flakes above
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>Sun
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>In the distance I behold an orange incandescent giant
>sinking with soft brilliant cilia reaching into my eyes
>I am not evil, nor have I been
>So without preconception is this moment,
>staring into the source of all life I have ever known
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>II. Untitled
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>Still born air; choked with life
>Adorned beige wall above our headboard:
>a wreath of stemmed raw cotton buds and pale green ivy
>On the nightstand below, a violin sings from rosewood
>speakers in
>a single molten vein, an unbroken skillful cry
>Black blinds on a window: red shaded dusk;
>Chinese gold through the opened slats casting
>a shade of pink within the raw soft cotton
>A second violin joins within the speaker, surprising
>the loner;
>like a sun fiery on naked granite
>Both melodies igniting
>Each more virtuoso overlapping in turn
>Two, soon a tango of one
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>III. Untitled
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>In the bitterest of encrusted fallen snow,
>two blue wildflowers bejeweled in ice,
>are bent and crestfallen
>Out of sync cloud levels gliding in the low heavens,
>in a duel of grays, dark against pale
>are but a screen for further above,
>a dull spacious hinted roar of oceanic air
>brings a brittle frosted breath whose play of
>faint discordant chimes of crystallized stem, petals
>and leaf
>brushing against the other are heard by no man.
>A song of survival but perhaps of Death
>So be either!
>For who holds the reins of life forever?
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>Two offspring
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>Peaceful deep sleep so new of soft kittens
>Underneath their purring breath of gently rising and
>falling tummies is softer warmth
>I can feel their alternate breathing in time with
>one exhaling,
>the other inhaling,
>as I cradle them into my arms
>Infants of eternally slumbering Sphinxes
>Minute creaking yawn of tiny fangs as
>they awake unknowingly dazed by
>their own innocence
>Millenia might have passed
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