Critical Analysis #2 |
1,855 Days |
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since 2003-06-17
Posts 236Massachusetts |
1,855 Days 5/24/03 From behind the cracked window --the pane obscured by ceaseless steam, I watch helplessly as angels earn their golden wings. My mortal arms strike the glass, yearning to be feather-light. Yawning knees buckle from standing still while newborns shove me out of line. I stood first at the gate, but they bring the key, paying pity to their elder as they pass me by. Centuries soar as I patiently wait, My tired feet firmly planted in place Yet I begin to question whether I’ve stood in vain, As I grow weary from the wanting. ---------------------------------------------------- I'm interested to see if you can figure this out without me giving an obvious description...and also, how you interpret this on your own. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end... |
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