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"Opening" – Painting by Anemone Achtnich. Her Studio Eight screen name is panta rhei.
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Half Way World
Since in a dream I’ve foreseen everything,
I disagree – since in my sleep I have or had
A point of view. In the world or in the past, I know
That I have climbed your tower and fallen to the fields
Or streets a hundred times, or drowning seen electric serpents
Writhing on the surface of a lake. I half suspected
Then that it was real, but lost it in this retrospective mood,
This vague connection with the world. Sometimes, the recollection
Of a fruitless correspondence. Or how with easy unconcern
I had routinely shuffled through the dirty streets of North West 10.
A house, a birth, a whole fragmented history, and so…the world
A <i>kind</i> of world, a half-way thing…
I disagree – since in my sleep I have or had
A point of view. In the world or in the past, I know
That I have climbed your tower and fallen to the fields
Or streets a hundred times, or drowning seen electric serpents
Writhing on the surface of a lake. I half suspected
Then that it was real, but lost it in this retrospective mood,
This vague connection with the world. Sometimes, the recollection
Of a fruitless correspondence. Or how with easy unconcern
I had routinely shuffled through the dirty streets of North West 10.
A house, a birth, a whole fragmented history, and so…the world
A <i>kind</i> of world, a half-way thing…
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i was dreaming of the face
of absence -
an image delicate
like the skin of an
elizabethan child
i was dreaming of the sea
flooding
the resounding streets -
damaged tissues
floating down time
i wondered bout the blue;
will it ever jell
on my lips that kiss
this path of tallied cries?
mirrored by the
ancient bedrock
tales redouble
in the face of guise
(peter - love your poem!)
of absence -
an image delicate
like the skin of an
elizabethan child
i was dreaming of the sea
flooding
the resounding streets -
damaged tissues
floating down time
i wondered bout the blue;
will it ever jell
on my lips that kiss
this path of tallied cries?
mirrored by the
ancient bedrock
tales redouble
in the face of guise
(peter - love your poem!)
seeing inward
naked resonance
no guile
no sneaking misery
opening
rows and rows of promises
fulfilled
arcing light emerges
from darkest night
aching to know
unadorned truth
naked resonance
no guile
no sneaking misery
opening
rows and rows of promises
fulfilled
arcing light emerges
from darkest night
aching to know
unadorned truth
I used to walk with my head in the clouds but I kept getting struck by lightning!
Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
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Now my head twitches and I drool alot. Anonymouse
[img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v475/mousey1/shhhhhh.gif[/img]
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Perfect.glass onion wrote:her clouds protected her
and in the evening
she danced amongst them
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