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Date Posted: 04:26:14 12/05/02 Thu
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-1pool23-236.nas50.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.147.23.236
Subject: Corruption of Light

Corruption of Light

Needing the sorrow like a plague
Or to wonder where the affection went
Where's it's buried in the shallow paper.

If I was Superman, or Jesus... some invulnerable,
Supposedly I could wade the sea without a hint,
All the way to paradise and back, still smiling.

My milliseconds, instead, are wrapped with shadows,
Ordinary stone raises a fist against the sky
Making shade upon those interpersonal meadows.

Easier to look outside at monkeys filled with brains
Nodding at solutions to all those worries racked with guilt,
Telling the truth of the matter, the way to ease the pain.

Easier to find the pieces scattered on the sand,
Adding the edges first, that thing that's truly desired...
Children don't need to investigate why they are cry.

Humbled by the code of human nature, blips and inkblots,
Morse could sit for hours and decipher that song...
On a tour of human kindness and well-intended advice.

Maybe I can't stand the cruelty of missing her so long,
Each drop of ice like an insult to her place, like a duty,
Never implying the purity of her love, absolute.

Though tomorrow will be wasted again, on passing time,
All the nights I've stayed too late, filling them black,
Filling the hours with darkness to keep on waiting.

Tomorrow melts together, then, continuing this stage,
Every one of them beating an empty irritating song...
Repeating the same notion, my love, my still-water ocean.

-Gray Squirrel

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Replies:

Fucked up. -- Gray, 12:57:21 12/05/02 Thu
- Re: Fucked up. -- Raphaela, 14:33:48 12/05/02 Thu
  - Thanks... -- Gray, 23:40:32 12/05/02 Thu