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Array ( [sid] => 147462 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the conditioning of perception [time] => 2009-01-15 18:44:32 [hometext] => on centering. . . [bodytext] => I felt. . .
beneath me
only floorboards, hard,
& air, stone-cold.
third eye, blind
until I closed
all aperture. . .
lens of hazel,
flecked with gold.
& once alone
within my mind,
how wrapped up. . .
in my night sky.
hanging, lithe,
upon a star.
soon transformed,
I'd come so far.
from child to brillant satellite,
sought to adorn
the comets' flight,
& constellations next to me. . .
I felt the orbit set me free.
the space emmence.
time ceased 'exist. . .
lulled into a girl
. . . who sits.
an odyssey
within my head.
breath & ash
from fires, long dead.
a passage from a book,
once read. . .
words that feign
to meanings lure,
the art of intimacy,
so pure.
while reaching not,
I touch the clay
that solace saves,
but crack the mould,
& in dismay,
to fortify,
with wand, I pray.
along the drifting waters edge. . .
upon the universal ledge. . .
deep within the milky way
I turn. . .
to find another day
where every worry
fades like bone.
I turn. . .
to find myself half-grown.
as every choice
is but my will,
& peace is mine
if I am still.

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the conditioning of perception

Contributed by elle on Thursday, 15th January 2009 @ 06:44:32 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

I felt. . .
beneath me
only floorboards, hard,
& air, stone-cold.
third eye, blind
until I closed
all aperture. . .
lens of hazel,
flecked with gold.
& once alone
within my mind,
how wrapped up. . .
in my night sky.
hanging, lithe,
upon a star.
soon transformed,
I'd come so far.
from child to brillant satellite,
sought to adorn
the comets' flight,
& constellations next to me. . .
I felt the orbit set me free.
the space emmence.
time ceased 'exist. . .
lulled into a girl
. . . who sits.
an odyssey
within my head.
breath & ash
from fires, long dead.
a passage from a book,
once read. . .
words that feign
to meanings lure,
the art of intimacy,
so pure.
while reaching not,
I touch the clay
that solace saves,
but crack the mould,
& in dismay,
to fortify,
with wand, I pray.
along the drifting waters edge. . .
upon the universal ledge. . .
deep within the milky way
I turn. . .
to find another day
where every worry
fades like bone.
I turn. . .
to find myself half-grown.
as every choice
is but my will,
& peace is mine
if I am still.

Copyright © elle ... [ 2009-01-15 18:44:32]
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Re: the conditioning of perception (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 15th January 2009 @ 11:00:05 PM AEST
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Elle,
this is incredible. I am stunned by the poetic talent and beauty of this write. I say deep, powerful endless

Michelle

Re: the conditioning of perception (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Friday, 16th January 2009 @ 05:43:59 AM AEST
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YES.

Spike

Re: the conditioning of perception (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 17th January 2009 @ 03:07:52 AM AEST
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Awesome. I honestly don't know what else to say.

Very enjoyable.

Thank you,

Tim

Re: the conditioning of perception (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 2nd February 2009 @ 02:36:42 AM AEST
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I still find this one incredibly amazing!!!

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