Upon The Need -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 12:17:25 06/04/04 Fri
Author: AAAGGGSSSS
Author Host/IP: ACC88677.ipt.aol.com / 172.200.134.119
Subject: Upon The Need

The sudden loss
o'; that such, has become �

doth in my very heart
produce, the lag of need
and it wails
like a pigeon�s siege,
of walking, straight
�pon those slabs of cement,
the very thoughts

in search of feed;
does this heart wroth
and sun she looms there now so gloomy
a tainted sky
with wisped wind
and dregs the rains

to pour,
beckon out to me
that they so sorry
such is the pine,
the need,
and unto this
I strain; I labor
to attest the kind
of beauty hidden
neath so many layer
to bring it forth
rise it,
to this my own very
sanctified behavior
and to bloom, it must
allow;
that arrogance of perfume
spend,
seed
need,
of such a wind
to there carry
trace, my own beauty
as in a gloss,
glass,
handed,
to you now the need
and make it feel;
the trance I linger under;
with so much frost
and eyes,
to not see blurry
any longer

My own friend beckoned me
from this my pool
of shallow, self doubt
to hear my need
make it speak
and put me under

the spell
his advice
I took it twice
and labored hear
to make the things
I feared come near
and to this, his smile
I did gather, such
momentum 'quired
to sooth my touch,
now grasp you ear

And center
not so l lost
required,
and regained,
to that lower shell
wherein the pain
lost ness of love
the gain,
and in this root
I reckoned no, more
that sit of squalor
I did, lift, again
to focus

in high,
the mountain
where birds wings
must tilt
lift,
my eye sight
once more
the labor bore
the cruel resistance once more
and refrain
to live whole again,
and never blamed

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