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Insubstantial (A small moon folding)

Contributed by iodinelove on Saturday, 22nd October 2005 @ 08:00:19 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



My beginning slid down an open window into the warm October sky;
the windows in the distance drew my face; the light formed features, jaw and bone.
My beginning towered over the waters of an empty heaven, clenched sand,
bellowed my name, I fell aloof.
I breathed. My breath was warm. I wailed.

My beginning cannot end.


Beginning began because End began, and will begin again.
Beginning begins the end of every morning; the end begins,
life goes on.

((((((((((Where did I begin?)))))))))))
((((((((Why?)))))))))
((((((((((((How long have I been here?)))))))))
((((((((How long is long enough?)))))))))))
((((((((((When will I die?)))))))))))))

You Are dead now. You are living breathing death, a small moon folding into a flower.
This is the end:
....................................
.....insubstantial.......
We are scars upon the face of the earth.
We are silenced by our pain.
We are shrieking silent still
upon the face of the earth.
..................................
........substantial......
My crown rots.
This is the end.
My mouth is muddy rivers crossing the earth,
I become soil. My tongue rots.
The maggots come, they feed.
My flesh rots and becomes the dust.
My shadow flees.

My beginning cannot end.




Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-10-22 20:00:19]
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Re: Insubstantial (A small moon folding) (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 22nd October 2005 @ 08:07:09 PM AEST
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Wow, very though provoking, amazing, a lot of unanswerable questions. Great write.

-Cassy


Re: Insubstantial (A small moon folding) (User Rating: 1 )
by Gothchyk on Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 02:18:06 PM AEST
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i love your style, its so thought provoking, the second stanza was really something, amazing write


Re: Insubstantial (A small moon folding) (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Sunday, 23rd October 2005 @ 06:25:44 PM AEST
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Well, this is moving, and powerful as well. I like your wordplay, and the way you brew it together with beautiful imagery and deep thinking.

Well done, I say!

Andrew




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