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[aid] => mick
[title] => Efferent Angel
[time] => 2008-10-23 15:47:56
[hometext] => The word efferent is usually used in terms of medicine, but I liked the coupling. Note also that i feel this is a bit wonky, and thus apologize to you readers. always, abraham
[bodytext] => Unfold your arms efferent angel, that you might make praise before continuing on your way, and spread your words across tomorrow’s sky and soothe the doleful and disgraced and send us from this empty place—where love tires more easily than before—to the far off golden shore. With soft and lilting promises, we walk along dirt roads, cobbled and paved, or if the rain falls, and the clear, fall night leaves breath slightly trembled before crowds, we humbly applaud in quiet laughter with hands in pockets, overlooking clefts of thread and guilt hanging from black iron gates and loose brick sidewalks. Our monuments rise in lucidity and contempt, spiraling high to oversee mountains of sounds, colors and shapes, casting shadow onto more shadow, lifting heads to the fallacies of life, hoping for the stones and memories of stones to boldly tread away with the face of new love. Before, our hands would loiter, sold to the stone for endless delight, and our eyes fell stripped of derision, passion, and time, but the words fell closed, and the heart is a lasting injustice to the bearer of itself. So unfold your arms, efferent angle, and in your final moment’s lurid drape, let our hearts escape to that far off, golden shore, where the golden horns sound silently to meet your grace and eulogy, to trumpet on those far off, golden shores. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 232 [topic] => 21 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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