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Date Posted: 02:55:38 05/23/02 Thu
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 12.81.126.54
Subject: Forgive Me, But We Belong

Forgive Me, But We Belong

Judas cried, before he died, that his actions weren't true to his wishes.
Under silken shades, in glades of grass, in spectre light, in frightened faces,
Men and women with oceans of hope washed away, dazed and lazily covered with glass,
Born into lightning, trying to be discovered, longing for hope, for lovers with rope,
Only to believe that answers are perceptions delivered in phrase, and fabled delays.

Looking to the sky again, one lonely moon, abused, received and confused again.
If letters to you, written this way, would play on your tongue, my mysterious one,
Mornings would dawn like dreams from beyond the schemes we have left undone...
Better than butter which fell from our bread on the dead silence we often detest,
Our moments would be stricken by freckles on the skin, stroked, selected from the rest.

Movement and shape, and careless pauses, tree limbs with leaves and our losses.
Are you there, my snare, with a kiss pressed to air, do you dare share the wear of our will?
Mixed with glad favors, and subordinate flavors, and weather once favorably still...
Be you beach sand or walking, or arm bent with talking, or stalking a corner unaware,
One, you're the cloudburst, the sun, the frown, and the clown with the unloaded gun.

-Gray Squirrel

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