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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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I suppose it all began I was alone on the sand my flesh wrapped in skin when the breath of life wafted up a nostril. Visual organs opened I lay in pain for lack of a rib it was for another companionship today I live alone I suppose it all began alone on the sand in the grass, meadow, ravine where the dust collects skin wrapped flesh hearts beated eyes blinked in wonder about that transformed rib company today I live alone even in the company of others it all began on the sand particles collected formed under the eye of an entity Tomorrow where will it begin again once the dust blows away? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
where it starts isn't where it ends I have to believe that |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I am far too from where it all began...  |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Martin, you have a huge philosophical discussion right here: Tomorrow where will it begin again once the dust blows away? |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Yup....pick yourself up "dust" yourself off.....and it starts all over again...with or without the other rib.  Great write.hugs, Chris |
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