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[title] => Captivated
[time] => 2008-11-27 22:33:27
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[bodytext] => I feel so captivated. . . a knot is forming in my throat. Another murmured sound escapes me, entering life as more word noise around the hub. . . What is it that I utter. . . just spoke out loud enough to say? By what stroke do I expose. . . climb the precipice, risk the fray? My attempts are feeble gatherings. We have met many times before. Until a truce becomes a trust, every need remains a want. . . but what is need. . . or sanctuary. . . obscure. . . for the most part, I don't know. Along my insides air is scraping lung, my breath escaping so. My need has me fitful, so I am bending, regulating status quo. Coagulation & oblivion, disguised. . . are both my foe. I am distracted by each semblance, but by my presence, I start again. Distracted by this sequence to myself, to my own end & so my witness stays calculated, colored washed & envious of kind endeavors, pallor tricks & other eloquent misfits. . . our words floating as if petals tooks their forms. . . bade farewell & formed again. . . absorbed into the cobwebs that hang like severed thoughts from weak synapses. . . draped & veiled. A skilled reveal. We, not yet filled to overfilling, are graduating, becoming something else, becoming. . . rare. There is an opposite, of course, an appetite. Mirrored lack. . . bars everywhere. I feel whiplash from new arrivals, wayward thoughts & mindless chatter. . . inner dialogue warfare creates a sadness unto sickness. I'm too sick to even share. I'm weighted down heavy like thunder. I want to move this to be aware. . . but it is big & round & hungry & yes I'm sure it's there. . . like a seed dropped off & waiting. . . quiet persuasion to touch the air. . . air of energy & breath of guidance. . . a quiet moment without dispair. I am not frightened, being here without you. I know I'll reach you as you are coming across the dunes. . . the sands of time, between the swells our thoughts are falling seeping like shadows, creeping as vines. My cowardice challenges our journey, my hope & tolerance, as well. Allegiance formed is but an alibi so we can love another & patent a way to care. I would forsake this temporal moment, in an instant just to recognize you in your true self. . . like a slow & gentle turning in the garden. . . Eden fair. Yet this silhouette, it is a puzzle, very powerful, exacting. . . complicated beyond compare. The unfinished obelisk. The path of those who dare. Please. . . Do not abandon me. The secret, not yet clear. I am a force & yet I'm nothing. let me seek. . . let me free myself to care. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 345 [topic] => 74 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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