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Array ( [sid] => 125686 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => End Of Everything [time] => 2006-09-13 11:58:20 [hometext] => [bodytext] => After the walks, the mingling, the search for empty places,
After the conversations that leave you stranded by the doors,
And thoughts that lead you to lonely spaces,
The darkness of night,
The dullness of an angry, uncaring moon.

After the gestures, the laughs, the dances,
And half remembered hopes, dreams, the retreat...
Of desire in cobwebbed corners,
After the many petty annoyances,
The play of precise masks and painful words.

The still, wet streets littered with ash,
The drained, dried veins littered with death,
The darkness becomes more dark,
The song left unsung,
The barren fields of an unborn spring.

"This is not death" the darkness still whispers.
See? The voices stray.
See? The hands still touch.
Unbending,
Unheeding,
Untempting...
We have lost our way.

I remember once, the lightness of your eyes,
Blooming in the sun,
An iridescence of glittering, passionate color,
The vastness of emptiness behind you:
Some things refuse to die.
Some things refuse to be born...
~Rhiannon
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End Of Everything

Contributed by Uncertain_Oblivion on Wednesday, 13th September 2006 @ 11:58:20 AM in AEST
Topic: abstract

After the walks, the mingling, the search for empty places,
After the conversations that leave you stranded by the doors,
And thoughts that lead you to lonely spaces,
The darkness of night,
The dullness of an angry, uncaring moon.

After the gestures, the laughs, the dances,
And half remembered hopes, dreams, the retreat...
Of desire in cobwebbed corners,
After the many petty annoyances,
The play of precise masks and painful words.

The still, wet streets littered with ash,
The drained, dried veins littered with death,
The darkness becomes more dark,
The song left unsung,
The barren fields of an unborn spring.

"This is not death" the darkness still whispers.
See? The voices stray.
See? The hands still touch.
Unbending,
Unheeding,
Untempting...
We have lost our way.

I remember once, the lightness of your eyes,
Blooming in the sun,
An iridescence of glittering, passionate color,
The vastness of emptiness behind you:
Some things refuse to die.
Some things refuse to be born...
~Rhiannon

Copyright © Uncertain_Oblivion ... [ 2006-09-13 11:58:20]
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Re: End Of Everything (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 13th September 2006 @ 01:53:15 PM AEST
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The way you used nature in this made it all the better. Your heart and soul were within these words and some I can relate to so deeply. Incredible job! Im coming to enjoy your work more and more.

Michelle

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