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[title] => Streaming...
[time] => 2007-11-10 15:41:14
[hometext] => I let this poem just come out of me. What do you guys think?
[bodytext] => Silence, somewhere, flails its arms and runs into ancient carvings smashing them with its indifferent fingers and emplores suddenly that within the great stillness is the black night charging at incredible speed toward us. Beneath the foundation of our lives we hear it whisper something and nothing other than what we cannot see understands its hisses. We are the snakes that hide in caves waiting for answers. Emphatically, another one arrives, a new born crease, placed between two pages of notes, who drunk, one month ago, the one bellowed and became two, or three. He is the one, the other, and the crease between them. Constant motion within these pages. These lines try so hard to draw a straight pattern, ink blots undisturbed, future tenses spoken of infrequently, blending worlds of language, the slick barrier of water embraces them. We live to live. Free of thought, emotion- less, even in them answers to nothing and no one dares to describe its face. Whatever we are demands a chorus, a verse to become the one we love to repeat--our favorite one to sing to one another when we're driven forward together, arriving in the same space wherever we are. Dozens of us gave in to it. Now, even alone, we sing as if we are a part of its natural progression--to rise above it, and still swim below the current. And on the other side we hover--here, each suspended like paintings hung in the gallaries we haven't been, but wish to see. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 217 [topic] => 21 [informant] => zenmind [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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