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aurora rain Member
since 2000-11-15
Posts 90 |
At the window, there’s sound. Always sound. High resonance, low pitch, the rapidity of reverberation. Adagios that smiled dutifully below in their caution to perform the notes of the evening: say it’s six o’clock, and say his eyes aren’t watching (they’re beautiful even from the sidelines, animated and glittering and framed in dark lashes that blink with the minutes), and say it’s March already. Say I can’t go on. It’s always hypothetical. Too many assumptions and presumptions and ifs and maybes and doubts. Too much time and thought invested in what is not for certain. It’s a fine line. It’s a fine, fine line. And I can’t help but wonder when and if I’ve crossed it, and if this will end up all right (these are just more hypotheses I’ve conjured up, and in these conclusions I’m wondering if I’m senseless: yet another question. But things do go on.) Too much time. I’m noticing too much. Blue waves of pressure, black aversion, lacy patterns in the edges of the woodwork, and I trace them with my fingers. I get the feeling I’m supposed to wait, and I never wait without a letter of some sort in progress, or a thought of composition. It’s better than an empty sky, I suppose: better than a cloudless brazen Saturday afternoon, lacking words, lacking color, lacking thought. Lacking continuity (or perhaps an overabundance of it) because we go in what seems like circles. Accusation, anger, denial, apology, discussion. And if time were fiction. It’s like we’re each other’s protagonists and we don’t really compete for a main position. I didn’t view it as that anyhow. My only adversary, it seems, is those assumptions. I think too much and I’m drowning myself because of it: you and I are thrashing in black sea, and without intention, I’m pulling you under. My eyes detract the sentiment and your sentiment subtracts the minutes from the hours, and the hour of enlightenment is drawing itself closer. And say I won’t assume anything. |
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Dawn Eclipse Senior Member
since 2000-01-31
Posts 637The Horsehead Nebula |
hmm.. very interesting story.. it made me think. thank you for the read! thinking does me good sometimes..  "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other course, no other way... No day but today" ~Broadway Musical RENT~ *Cassandra Roseen* |
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Midnight Dew Member
since 2001-01-07
Posts 50Forest Lake, MN |
This is a really interesting read. I agree with Cassie that it makes you think, which is a good thing. I really enjoyed the different pictures it presented in my mind-loved the imagery. Thank you so much for sharing this infinitely interesting and impressive piece of work. ~Caitlin Hull~ "The Holy Spirit makes up all our souls, and when it 'flexes' it makes us do great things." |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
Two things: LOVED the title - and: "the rapidity of reverberation" YES! That rocks!!! Christopher |
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