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[title] => The Apartment Building
[time] => 2005-06-08 12:51:53
[hometext] => Though this hurt like hell to write, pain teaches us that we are still alive and therefore can still feel.
[bodytext] => I stand out front, the side walk beneath my shoes snaking like so many pythons into the urban jungle that I am lost in. Sun glints off of its glass doors. I stare at the elevator opening like a mouth to take me or crush me or elevate me into a higher form of self. Its brick reaches into divinity and I know he is there staring down on me. He who has a face and a name. He who has taken from me as I took from him. This being, this...building stands sentry to a night embraced by the fluid breeze rushing in from the water front. It keeps those who I have seen in dreams, those who are urban myths yet real in my eyes. Rain steals across its rich facade and warmth pours from one window like a fire into this night. And though I feel the heat, I know it is not meant for my face. And I turn it, shamed but not tear stained. No, never stained. For that well dried up nights ago. And the keeper of this building- yes, that lofty angel- knows also. That I am the visionary (though I have been called the villain) who must die in the end. So I give up my vigilant watch. And though I am lost in this flood, for a moment I think I am home. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Blu [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 32 [ratings] => 7 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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