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The Beach (a doorway) ( be prepaired to read alot) |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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I am on the front of a beach, a seas exit or entrance. There was a feeling of superficiality in my vision, and my conception. The waves, ho! The keepers of the fleeting see on the soon-to-be-night tide. They were so sounding as to loosen me in placidity, a melting hypnosis of crashes and slides. Thus was the nature of my moment with god. I was thus, thus was thus, thus was truth, god was truth, and the moment was god. And oh, what a season, of fire and explosions, of the heat of summer and the love of the summers warmth, in the night that blew a silver wind in the moonlight, and the days that would either burn your skin, or tan it, depending upon constitutions. And depending upon the angle of the eyes, one could see the beauty of either the blades of grass, where there is no single blade, or the golden-sun dusk that was the most beautiful red, orange, blue, violet, becoming deeper as every memory of the day passes with the sun for new memories to take their place. And I will sit and wonder at the new sky, the freckled face of the drawn beauty, made demure, made to endure, though the moon gets smaller, though the day seems longer, though slept through. I will sit and wonder, until the darkness fades, the silver turns molten; the freckles turn pure blue, the true colors of his natural shyness. Just then, the day seemed like the beach, a seas exit or entrance. There was a beauty in the ever foreseen sorrows of the future. Where the time became a fortune telling bell that, even the dulled mind, could hear and know where the tune was going. So as far as the ghastly face of death was concerned, we thought she was a beauty, a dancer at the ball, where infinity, god, oblivion, and me where fixed upon her, as she was the spitting image of the beach, a seas exit or an entrance. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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profound that's the only word I can think of here |
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