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Date Posted: 15:05:31 06/20/04 Sun
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 80.45.178.21
Subject: Re: Allegorical Articulation
In reply to: Leisa*) 's message, "Allegorical Articulation" on 01:09:32 04/25/04 Sun

This reads like a 'stream of consciousness' to which I can relate. Many good lines and imagery evoked here.

Good to read you again Leisa

S

>Allegorical Articulation
>
>It's not a hagiography
>I want
>just a simple
>little story
>of my life
>but then
>nothing is ever
>simple
>
>It is vanity
>that keeps me
>stitched
>in surprises
>that score
>the underside
>of skies
>
>It is habit
>that runs
>the words
>in circles
>when I leave
>sleep
>or
>food
>in another part
>of the house
>forget the time
>and forge
>full speed ahead
>
>but it is boring
>trite
>overdone
>meaningless
>without validity
>or solidarity
>
>in uniform rows
>march
>one, two, one, two
>good little soldiers
>these words
>that do not keep
>me warm
>at night
>
>when I need
>flesh to flesh
>face to face
>mouth to mouth
>
>resuscitate
>these vowels
>and plural
>things
>that define
>me
>
>Someone once said
>I only touch the surface;
>he was illiterate
>and only wanted
>lust to buy a consonant
>when his own echoes
>failed
>to make the faultline
>
>This, insanity
>tucked
>behind black eyes
>that long for
>a constant rewrite
>but life isn't
>a rewrite
>we get what we get
>
>Sometimes I dream:
>we are young
>and find each
>other before
>crass cold cuts
>cracked us in two
>
>we run, we always run
>in this one,
>through streets
>that melt into meadows
>hand in hand
>we run
>
>like young lovers
>old friends
>and jaded bitters
>never find their way
>into morning coffee
>as long as we adore
>the one true thing
>
>the integrity,
> mirrored
>like pools
>of passion
>a flame that never dies
>
>Sometimes I dream:
>We are at war
>with the world
>we sit by a fire
>this recurring scenario
>comes like a cinema
>in cinder and coins
>you know the drill,
>I've told you before
>
>Sometimes I think:
>Ah! Timing, it's all in the timing
>and how we missed chances
>that have somehow lost meaning
>over the years
>misunderstood
>words,
>it always comes down
>to the words
>
>I divulge, I digress
>this dress rehearsal
>sets the stage
>
>I dream:
>a large silver S.U.V.
>four where two
>divided, or multiplied
>and two more
>in front
>kiss to seal
>a vow
>
>I am stirred
>by the end
>of the song
>
>snapped back
>to the early evening
>breeze, after the sun
>dissolves
>behind tall trees
>unreachable
>to the human eye
>
>Leisa*)
>04.24.04�

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