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Date Posted: 20:45:08 11/28/03 Fri
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: dialup-67.75.105.52.Dial1.Stamford1.Level3.net / 67.75.105.52
Subject: Slow Growth

It is your shadows
that may grace my face
lift up the curtain of life
that harbours, brushes floor
like game show contestants

You were so bright eyed
there standing
in your brand new silken dress
that trimmed the spotlights
into place
spoke more words,
than we were able to receive
stunning; like some brand new mop
and a floor soaked
for sudsing, did see, starlight's
in ecstasy

Pinpointed in elaborate standing
with buckle shoes so black
that clicked, shone your grace
in very
tiny fleeting moments
set us all up
for a heart attack

As men in glass walked by
and cigarettes dangling
to show as some minute
forest fire

the brim of gold
all seething; and there to be
so within you

Flowing as wind to some
forever journey
and eyes to capture
lift as boats

in the docking,
gang planks, swayed
and on there walking

to clutch tender fingers
as arms
and a chest
that is so well beating

Pour me your milk
that you've collected
from stars beyond
now too afraid
to yield themselves
to subtlest viewing

though with keen eye
they've spotted
the train in you
that shall come forth

soon; with whistles
and those blaring flags waving
and that long choo choo
that shall hush; all
the maddening dash
we see fit
to demonstrate
in front of you

In walks of gales
where the rocks themselves
seem
to hush
and the vacuum of space
now filled
with the colors
I've seen
in the floral store;
just that much

though slow
in its
abstaining

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Re: Slow Growth -- Raphaela, 12:33:44 11/30/03 Sun