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[title] => gliding forward now...
[time] => 2008-03-28 06:10:04
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[bodytext] => gliding forward now the ground beneath exhales, according to illusion of movement--still--we percieve this motion to be in conversation with our bodiless feet. that if we ever were to touch the earth again we may be seen as torn between two inexplicable worlds--those transpiring dimensions upon awakening the troubled state of mind, for some time now have washed over all of humanity in need of reconciliation--we’ve come so far only to lose sensation of manifestation. It’s not so easy to define, but simple to find its presence in our lives, my life, like yours seems further from the reality of blood surging through veins, arteries, capillaries--and finally hearts under skin, between bones--our flesh is the only source of confirmation in this physical world of spritual elation. But to have traveled thus far, and while still lost--this confusion reveals the illusory sense of confinement. Why is it that while imprisoned the greatest works appear? I have read the books, essays, and journals of sages. I have seen the front cover of the New York Times, I have delved into them to find my story, which I can only postulate what, where, when, why, how? did it define the mind of the time, grassroots, brushfire, polluted cities--the earth’s coming back full circle, cycling rhetorically questioning the human condition, which expresses its affliciton in diction, rhyme, free-style, full comprehension of our soul’s contention--the tragic body stands--waits for resonance--our collective actions, removed from the mass transit of our current state, lie submerged, boiling--it’s rising action explodes soon, scalds our naked feet, exposes the weakness of authoritative transgressions, and crumbles like crippled pillars. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 222 [topic] => 21 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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