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[aid] => mick
[title] => loose change
[time] => 2007-06-14 16:41:08
[hometext] => Insomniac? Does that mean when I can't sleep, or when the words won't?
[bodytext] => on change as such, a fragil bond that sets the stage on axis. a fragil tear will shed, not once but many times, there after alas, we build with untold fears upon our ever afters. quiver, shaker, belly-acher however, they may roam, into the mind of idleness birth negligence, half grown. and pity, alas comes crying now forever more unthroned. a wind stretched long on sudden lapses wrapped in sky arrives intact as laughter treats a glistening waif onto the path of providence. now edifice and timely turning hallow out our timeless souls, souls long tired, but ever turning... turning, turning.... only now to stare stone-cold into our starving souls ideep into that empting hole. we're only passer-byers. longest lesson ever learning so attempts the lovely lessons of our sultry ancestors not but spectors, we applaude this feigning process on and on up above archival splatter glean percision old persuader, that's not drastic or obscene. old persuader, rival longing breath the air that we onced breathed. breath the air of our persuasion take it in so it will seem that the difference simply stated completes a means of alibing crude behavior completes an end unto a means to foster on our inate nature future alibis forseen. we know not what we do at times yet little does it matter. we seek to rise above that den a power souirre's, fatter of monolithic hunger pangs that gnash their way to power the difference is incredible contrasting by the hour. round and pleasing happy thing, all tangled in it's tatter if everything would feel like this it all would fall appeasing. and roar and cheer we flail around flail...flailing....flailing faster. we are so young and tender still imagine us imagining an ending neverending. that starts and starts and starts again. while stopping isn't splendid. it seemed so real... I really feel I want to guess the ending... we hush and wait never to negate the power that is pending. die rolls so soft I want to sleep. asleep.... I could be sleeping. I'd love to say good-bye at least good-night, I say and get on with my own keeping. how can you change the mind you keep as changing keeps you keeping. I only want to be myself. good-bye... good luck.... good keeping..... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 362 [topic] => 60 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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