interested13563 53M
985 posts
9/5/2005 1:45 pm

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5/9/2006 4:25 pm


Like white marble under the mid-day Sun,
Fantasy is a transparent image of the world.
Life is rust corroding the rocks.
And time - once a sharp knife in the sand,
once a weight on the arms of the clock
which are mercilessly silent.
You weave a myth of light to tolerate darkness.

Copyright 2005 by interested13563

Priapeo 46M

9/6/2005 6:13 am

And may that weave last as long as possible.

Never argue with an idiot. He brings you down to his level then beats you with experience

rm_FreeLove999 46F
16127 posts
9/6/2005 12:27 pm

maybe ... but i weave a myth of light in the hope of making and spreading light... i want to shift the darkness...

[blog freelove999]

keithcancook 60M
17859 posts
9/7/2005 8:33 pm

Very interesting.

When ya need real light all ya gotta do is burn something.

interested13563 53M
2557 posts
9/8/2005 5:34 pm

Thank you all for the comments!
Sally: a possible idea is that one often has
a tendency to creat a pleasant myth
to counteract one's own visions
of darkenss. And all this happens
as time is either stubbing or
seems not to want to move on.

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