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Bed
Contributed by
Butterat_Zool
on
Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 12:00:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Now I lay me down
in the blood-warm bed
and wrap the uterine sheets
around my naked body.
I enter a state of perfect contention,
not particularly happy,
certainly not sad,
absorbing the peace that radiates
from the darkness and my lazy heart.
Its funny that I so freely return
to the place where
instincts forceful hand
leads me every night,
or early morning.
Its funny that I have preserved
my sacred fidelity
only for this, and not my wife,
my family, my god,
or my brotherhood.
Its funny that I love the intangible
like a mother, or a lover, or a one-night friend,
but only as long as I can recover the next day
and go on with my unstable, hurried duties.
Why is there so much happiness in unlife,
but so much sadness in death?
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Butterat_Zool
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2003-10-20 12:00:18]
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Re: Bed
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by b_rand on
Sunday, 20th March 2005 @ 11:39:54 AM AEST
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| good stuff! I'd have to say that the best way I can resemble this is to (being a college kid) not sleeping for 48 hours and laying down in bed. it feels like a heroin injection! (not that i do that LoL) |
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