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[aid] => mick
[title] => Materfamilias I
[time] => 2009-11-25 03:54:45
[hometext] => Just writing, nothing fancy, just felt like writing.
[bodytext] => Upon summit's breach i saw her, sitting in lotus, unfaltered by icy torrents. A statue i presumed until her hair spoke differently to the tugs of frosty hands in frenzied flight. With diminished strut i approached. The ancient matriarch had opaque skin, her ivory eyes wandered through me into the distant dance of the horizon. Around her a circle of ice was non existent and for just a moment a flashing glow was revealed to my layman's vision. Her aura. "What knowing eludes you?" Her creaky voice commanded above wind, startling me as i never saw her lips move. "I am in need of insight. Wisdom. Please." My words fought out against the blaze. My questions lined up,barely stirring in my mind when she answered. "Speak not of past remembrance in witches' breath for life is but a prism, refracting all things planned." My attempts at comprehension cowered as her voice drove the riddle deeper. "Obscurity is an inkblot perching on the shoulders of the frail, those who are shown to study life's lines yet taught to live between seldomly deny failure." In a sluggish embrace i started understanding the answers she posed but they only paved the way for more questions unsolved. "How do i escape this tarnished haven that i have become?" I inquired in brittling speech. "Standing next to your shadow disproves not segregation just as counting the lines in my face does not prove that you can see. Remember, trust is mercurial, fluid yet unnatainable if you posess no solid embodiment. It is easily lost." I was lost again, blown away like soft plumes in summer skies. Her words shackled my mind once more. So much was said but i could not see the stars in any of it. "TO WALK UNBURDENED BY THE BAG OF MASKS IS TO NEGATE THE PULSE OF DECEIT." "NOW GO!" Her final utterances were still ringing in question-mark echoes as my focus shifted outwards to the droning tempo of my frantic heartbeat. I found myself back in my body as the chirping of birds cemented the thoughts of familiar territory into my mind along with the cold caress of sweat covering me. The journey was complete in mystery but inconclusive on the sought after answers, yet i have indeed learnt alot by going. A few strands of ancient milky strings protruded from inside my fist. Her hair. A sign of her presence. -Svw [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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