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majnu
since 2002-10-13
Posts 1088SF Bay Area |
In the void of ever ongoing absence one might know what it is to be disembodied. No light by which to see one’s limb’s to confirm what one’s touch tells. Sight a lost sense – only infinite lack of existence ahead; only thoughts shaped to false sense are seen. Perhaps memories ever fluid flow through the multilayered mind… Suddenly a scream to break the damned monotonous, boring, vicious feeling of loneliness – but there is no way to hear in such evacuated vastness. The lips part, the sides of mouth stretch, tongue flails, saliva flies, temples tense, chords vibrate, but despite all attempts to resonate, no chaos but of consciousness ensues. Regress, repress, from, and do to, reality of distance between galaxies where pressure is a precious commodity, and, shrink in champignon laced champagne the distance between the bubbles, even as they rise chasing and catching, bursting and birthing, top bottom top bottom top bottom… And before the rest is reachéd, realizing the effect on the affected effect, shatter the flute by shrill notes higher than farther – this resonance felt in the flesh piercing shrapnel; life is again confirmed and the absolute avoided. But this indefinite evading cannot be so. Let the energy overwhelm and at last succumb to the truth of existence among all; the tear in nothing would be something, and absence implies former presence, but nothing is only itself; never beginning nor ending – that would be impossible. Thus invent in one’s solitude the elsewheres and others so loved and hated, both being a form of embrace, co-dependant on one’s self. Inside, or rather, outside, or perhaps, everywhere, is where the population resides, of one is two, of two is three, of three is all number… They now are there in rival frenzy for selfish control of some part of the globe created, coalesced, condensed from chaotically heated soup.They drink and eat of the fiber and liquid of the oppositely charged anything. The other from a deeper well learning of such favors forms a jealous streak and parades himself before maids he corrupted attempts to corrupt. The rest is history… -majnu -------------------------------------- Timid thoughts be not afraid. I am a Poet. [This message has been edited by majnu (08-03-2003 05:29 PM).] |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
I read this, and cried. Reading this brought so much pain. I can only imagine how much pain it took to write this. So sorry you are going through this, and if it's not you this was someones painful, but more than that, soul-ripping experience. It's things like this that makes me wish I could take the pain for the other just so they could feel some release and be happy for a while. Just me. That's all. Wow...This one really hurt to read.  Sending a hug,  SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
With your descriptive writing, I actually felt as though I was being pulled one way and then the other way, leaving an emptiness in the middle--a void! Your writing was effective in conveying those feelings. Warm hugs, EA |
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