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Date Posted: 03:13:40 12/01/03 Mon
Author: Ashley Owen Smith
Author Host/IP: cdm-66-233-6-54.bnvl.cox-internet.com / 66.233.6.54
Subject: My One True Love

�Lord, what fools
these mortals be,� is
what Puck said, and I can�t
say that I disagree.

Pavlovian dogs are trained
to a lesser degree, and yet
they are governed by a lesser god;
good old-fashioned absence of purpose

Is what we feel when looking at the stars,
starting to see something bigger, on the verge
of something immense, something beautiful,
leading to something beyond comprehension.

But then lost, lost in the myriad pretty stuff
that is us, most of the time, when not on the
edge of our seat, flying by the seat of our pants,
killing time with the killing times.

Comes the darkness! As succinctly as does the curtains
close against another day�s offer of sun, milky light
straining through cloth; another day to spend with my one
true love. I see him on the table, sweet and comforting, stooped,

Transparent shoulders, stout body, half full of what is there,
not what might be there, or what used to be there�-none of that
half-full, half-empty stuff for my baby, just pure pleasure, through
and through, pretty substance fire shimmering in the wan light.

ASHLEY OWEN SMITH

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