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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sacred Geometry
[time] => 2006-03-01 12:31:27
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[bodytext] => I'm a puppet of my passion, Hanging on my indiscretion; I'm not dead, but I am hoping, Atrophied by my inaction I've got strings making up my spine, And when they're pulled, I open wide, Then wrap myself to keep my warmth, Cocoon just like a butterfly I'm restless, like the clouds, or sea, But I am starting to find peace By finding pieces of myself Inside all this geometry There's no one that I'd rather be, There's no breath that I'd rather breathe Than all of us and all our air, And all that my third eye can see Unravel with me, come undone, Caress the moon, embrace the sun Because he and she and Light and dark and You and I and You and I and You and I are one [comments] => 1 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 49 [informant] => kraydel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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