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Date Posted: 09:31:23 02/11/00 Fri
Author: Paul A.S. Rushton
Author Host/IP: hamster.dur.ac.uk / 129.234.4.1
Subject: Soul meets Soul


darn that length restriction.!




Soul Meets Soul

Choking it all back
To coax a gypsy moth from my lamplight
Virtue is a patience
And our world
Breeds taunts and grows claws at night
A world where only skin is clear
Where cigarettes will kill me
And you're not here
I see a smile I need to cause
And pet shops filled with padded paws
And my eyes tell everyone but you
Windows scream for glancing through
At a soul in reserve
Trying to occupy a thousand miles
Just today a hundred smiles
That I don't care to cause
None of them yours
I saw you cry as a candle burned out
And I cried to see you cry
Because my eyes grew tired of bravery
As fate is underlined
A destiny; cruel or blind
Hands full of sermons, hymns and souls
Wrap you all up in me
A turtle, a blanket all sprayed by the sea
And I know if you gave me something to believe
I could give you something unbelievable
I'd be beads for you; water intrepid
And be crushed by pressure
To walk the floors of your ocean
Coloured swans, a passing shower
Cooled the previous half an hour
They're not themselves, they won't be me
They walk alone in groups of three
One mood climbs the next in precarious balance
And circus tricks
Some slapstick parody
Of the way perfect things can be
Horses wear no bridles
And the clowns aren't confined to oversized shoes
These dreams are mine
They move they speak
I know
Invaded both our sleep

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