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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost in the mist
[time] => 2005-08-22 09:26:47
[hometext] => Metaphors... Metamorphosis.... Morphines... More Fiends... Effortless effort and Spiralling Control. These lines, from the Ether, I stole!
[bodytext] => Running through the hot land, leaping and dodging obsticles. Up the pace, keep it going, onward but no destination. It's a race with no winners and no end on the horizon. Dangerous place (not half way) to have reservations. I can see my feet pounding, hear my lungs rasping, In the race but also apart from, above, beyond it. No thought of the goal, only the journey forward. I should keep looking encase others have found it. No matter where you are on the path there's always distractions, Which way to turn? How far to go? What will I learn? Jogging along an uncertain path now it's becoming cooler, The Mist forms thick and fast as the weather does turn. Now I can't see my feet and my hands are almost visible. White silence presses my ears and I feel the smell of water. In this new setting I'm confused at which direction to take, the remainder of the race seems to become ever shorter. I feel lost and alone, though the rest do too, and I imagine that this white fog does turn blue the minds of those who wish only to pass through. My spirit's split, give up/go on, I don't know what I'll do! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 254 [topic] => 68 [informant] => dreama [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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