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ATelamon Member
since 2001-02-06
Posts 328Purgatory, Last Staircase, Up |
He wondering at his being as all he wished would in eyes awaken Pondering his sighs the fruit apparent fruition of all hopes Denied again yes again he sees Repitition pursuing itself would take his own time to disembowel him And yet regeneration cursed him with its blessing if only out of glee But more his blinders be torn asunder that for him Death Itself would dance naked and free To raise the mount untold of fear nor hesitation he breathes a moment Olympian air his pocket holds a finger bone of the eternal Remembrance of the sycthe wielder he has touched and seen therein the mirror of himself decries the strength of life defiant and unyielding all he has become: Nothing Bereft of all dreams ashened he gazes again the mirror longing sees Nothing "Time is merely change. It neither enslaves nor determines us. It is instead our opportunity for self-definition" [This message has been edited by ATelamon (edited 02-22-2001).] |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
This has such an eerie feel to it. I think it's the rhythm of the piece more than the words, but I'm not certain. |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
You have an amazing mind...I will be looking at more of your work.... |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Ouch.......Powerful writing.....and yet if I may be so bold as to say "It's not quite that way" We won't let it be. *gentle smile* "The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new. Socrates |
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