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But That Is Not The Beginning
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But That Is Not The Beginning |
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Soleil Member
since 1999-06-12
Posts 113 |
Standing on the bank of the turbulent river One foot in the present and one foot in the past The sun glares harsh and casts shadows in silhouette Rendered images that dissolve with pebble cast. And yet I am reasonably confident of finding The lost language that the unconscious mind can hear. Zircon bites glint bright, passing birds tip toward earth While giggling current whirlpoolsround ledges of stone. For now Nature’s distraction shields the voice that can be felt Bridging the fear of betrayal through pain’s prophet An echoing answer to hazardous question. I commit myself to the final destination To try To untangle the thorns that listen with horror And pierce the isolation that survives intact A changeling that exchanges habit for habit. I accept tired journey for in proper time I’ll lie Restored and find my back to raging river. The source which lives not to agree or disagree. Where the voice heals wounds as it awakens Forever, which verges on the first spoken word. It will Loose itself to the vastness that learns in silence Displacing emotions, bringing closure to loss. Sanctioned by wishful conspiracy that now waits Standing on the banks of the turbulent river. |
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Laughter New Member
since 1999-10-20
Posts 4moline,Il,usa |
that was tight!!!!!! Laughter (laugh always) |
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