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Date Posted: 13:07:12 09/20/02 Fri
Author: Incriminating Eloquence
Author Host/IP: 206-124-152-207.atm02.sea.blarg.net / 206.124.152.207
Subject: Been a while

It's been so long.
The letters have, for so long,
been misdirected to other,
less lofty things.
And now I, with all my immeasurable
talent (blah), redirect them to where
they've been so many times before.
I miss this place, with its doors
and windows, to places where
doors and windows mean nothing.
I miss the banter between
inconstant mind and immortal
page.
But here it is again, pulp
catching the few fruit
that make it past the crates
shipped away, to land on other
ground less concerned with
continuity.
An odd sort of gravity, this
graphite and paper. It orders
things and gives them an added
measure of reality - gives importance
to a thought not quite secure
with itself.

A turtle stands in the entrance of
a theater. His stoic mind
concerned with stoic things.
A drip on his shell remains
trapped in an indentation
marring his carapace, evidence
of the stagnance he emerged
from not too long ago.
He gazes inside at the lights and
benches, knowing they'll never
be comfortable to him. His
sadness is nonexistenent.
The doors open from the hall. Ushers
take their positions, patrons
exit. So many in such proximity
and not one pair of eyes locks
with an usher, all eyes seek a
destination rather than a friend.
The turtle's sadness is joy.
He turns and follows his wet prints
back to the green green water
and reflects: The sadness of
his life is joy compared to
some. Compared to some, his
life is paradise.

eli

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Re: Been a while -- Raphaela, 03:11:58 09/21/02 Sat