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When longing has passed
Contributed by
one-curly-fry
on
Sunday, 23rd August 2009 @ 09:28:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Finite; the friction between my space and time a spasmodic indulgence of self-delusion mocking the chaos inherent to the expansion denial is easy for an illusion, I suppose...
That painted, out-reaching finger as fictitious as Adam's reaching back as fictitious as me as real as my ambition
Draw for a us a pool I shall swim with you your laughter will make me smile your joy will fill my heart with love
It is easy to forget a bruised knee but infinitely more so to bruise again how unfortunate this all comes to me now on the brink of yet another death
Life is death, death is life; is all fleeting love is art, art is hate; is all permanent a poet is as poetry does and we all cry a lover is as love wants and we all long
How unfortunate, so unfortunate and violin string brakes again...
Finite; the friction between my space and time yet such self-indulgence leaves burns I suppose I can laugh in retrospect but only after the dream of longing has passed.
24/08/09
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