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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Youth by day, son of ancient thought, he said, I pronounce the despised. Consumptive intruder depair, would this span to petiton, noise to sleep by. A composition depicted so like the staff, glorious polished screen, more so by this tremor establish plan or arms stand. Bearer of the lance, march beneath the gate, held up or advance to the keep. And this messsage, messenger eat. Metal, jagged, brandished moment to moment, each holder holding on to time more, each anger crawling, sliding by as we look on, entranced. What state, what land crows the past knows the whole visits glass to sand. [This message has been edited by mirror man (06-04-2003 10:46 PM).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
mirror man....good to see you posting again. As always, a troubling and thought provoking read...especially liked the last part: "What state, what land crows the past knows the whole visits glass to sand." Indeed! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah....wow |
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mirror man Senior Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 814 |
Martie -- and I missed you all too. Haha! I don't really know what this is about. I'll tell you the truth, I've been avoiding posting because a lot of what I write doesn't make sense until later. It gets to be unnerving. passing shadows -- thank you very much. I'm always glad you've taken time to read and reply. And if it makes sense to you, you're welcome to tell me what it is. Really. [This message has been edited by mirror man (06-05-2003 02:23 PM).] |
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