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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 6:30 pm
Chin touched table to feel something cold.
I stood the ring on its side and spun it in place
Light reflecting as it spins casting shapes on the table
Why is it still so brilliant? Why hasn't it lost luster?
I put head to pillow in defiance of mind.
Ask me to describe forward motion and I will with ease.
To move forward... But what is it to move on?
Articles of soul glow in this well lit room.
Fan blades cast shadows as they pass.
They cover the light for but a moment.
But that moment was enough to instill doubt.
Close my eyes to feel presence of mind.
There you are clear as the light burrowing through.
Moving forward... Moving Forward...
Why is it that I need you so?
Who is it that wrote this story without an end?
Eyes open, pupils dilate. senses overloaded.
I can feel you near, hear you breath, smell your air.
I am afraid for the light but embrace thoughts of you.
You are the conclusion in prelude to the truth.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 7:30 pm
Sounds good. Always nice to see people actually using these threads. It's been a while.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2008 6:48 pm
Actually, that's really good!
I can see that used in theatre!
Keep it up, and hit us with more, please!
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