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[aid] => mick
[title] => dust. . .
[time] => 2011-07-12 12:25:05
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[bodytext] => because. . . I cannot locate your ears because. . . my words filter, innocuous, through stained-glass contusion, gone black now, within admonitions never reaching your pain. . . because. . . I cannot labour under your lung-stare because. . . in between breaths, I loose all momentum the catalyst, of which, is beyond us both, scattered upon extremities exhaustable, rasping membrane, absurd, now, in interruption. . . because. . . I cannot true your mouth because. . . some grievous foul, akin to scandal resides I stitch & pull, labial. . . mending woe, until screams die down 'til like some rushing, glittering prophet, silence insolates & is gone. . . because. . . I cannot catch your eye because. . . try as I might, to suck & salve, lick & tend to the tears washing you, methodically away. your innocence peels to a hint of char & tastes of a small, trite green-thing wasting on a burning ocean of fear because. . . I cannot ease your mind because. . . the pieces, ill-fitting unto obbsessive pivot, transfix whimper & vagary alike. helpless, I gather, pocket each precarious one every heat-laden burdening prayer, sliding through the whole of us because. . . I cannot heal your heart because. . . I'd rather bury my own in some insolent doom-shunt than you perish in jilted parallax. precious & negating your chest heaves prosaic, rhythmic. . . a prelude to laboring vessel turned empty chamber because. . . I cannot salvage your spirit because. . . the metamorphosis of soul-vibrations grind, halt & re-occur creating a forlorn masterpiece, we waste in timeless wrinkles of dust you, humbly sifted into what should be grandiose, lie wringing of ruin. . . [comments] => 1 [counter] => 313 [topic] => 75 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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