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[title] => Seeking
[time] => 2006-02-24 15:48:08
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[bodytext] => They seek what they sought, and they sought what was to be theirs. I was only a child and wondered. I wondered of being a child listening from the top of the stairs. For children always seek to wonder and they wonder of whats been sought. They feel provoked with open eyes, provocation with a curious thought. I was a child, then. I dreamt everything that dreams will always allow. They saw me staring from the top of the stairs, smiling and staring, wondering somehow. For I wondered what I seek, and I seek to find the truth. A child that dove into the water, seeking ridiculously as a thoughtless coot. I caught on fire and burned seeking what I thought I should know. They seek what they sought, and it was my turn to turn around and go. I jumped from the top seeking the bottom. Out from under the top of the sky. My feet were burning on the stairs, with a little water out from under the corner of my left eye. Provocation was seeking my curiosity. I was curious just to seek out the end. I sought what I seek even now, without even considering seeking the same thing again. It was the end of the beginning, without even beginning to see a way. A way to the middle of a center. The center of seeking to wonder whether the child will stay. As I sought to seek the middle of a center, and wonder of whether provocation met its match. Wonder as I sat staring through the window, at the top of the stairs, shooting a star they could never catch. They seek, they were seeking, and then they sought. Never wondering of the table, and to it what the curious child might have brought. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 14 [informant] => exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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