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this whispering dream
moving slowly against typeset stars, a girl thinking thoughts soulless flightless look don’t look at her body her inside her self. she touches the stars with her fingers, cups the moon and pours it out across her legs stretched into the sun of yesterday’s memories. lotus star, dancing in the silence, in the stillness, her imagination mouths storms, like the wind in the trees or the waves, a word, two, in her legs, in her, the wind of her emptiness, her storms, mouth, faces of empty faces drawing lines and storms of lines. painted by the sun in swaths of brown, arms pressed against the swell of her chest, a flower in her hand, she sings lost songs. traces the words forgotten by words. touches the center, the memories of sun, loves flanked in the autumn by fists of clouds drifting across a world of tidepools.
jeu d’esprit: she.
9/3/2005 10:53 pm
A haunting description of an exceptional girl|
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
11/4/2005 10:13 am
God do you have a way with words . .|