Sunday Oct 02, 2005

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Bird-bone holds air, air holds bird-bone.

Child, your doomed hands
Seperate, water

Spills (I never thought
"I never thought") Doomed

Is called "bone-chill". How
Does sun do what sun

Does? Blue

Memory, blue
Breath when

I appear to
Ghost, true

Name

In the ice of
Brain melts

When it can, I cry

When I can...


(god Crow speaking god Crow speaking god Crow speaking

Nothing
New

Doesn't
Budge

I heard it all and everything

The court of shadow

Doesn't judge)

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Retrospective

Is pallid.

Fail me now, small self

Be a skull,

A bowl for a mouse

Burn my house

To heat

My heaven

Lesson in the fire

Doesn't burn...





improv 12.52-12.58, 09-03-05


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Melancholy night. Not depression. Depression is too simple, primitive, unformed.

But happy.

Happiness is awareness aware of it's own life.

Here.

I should be sleeping, but that's now impossible.

Even when I do.

Here.

Where are you

If anywhere?


Love to you

All

-c.


"There's a fire in the forest
It's taking down some trees

When things are overwhelming

I let them be..."


from 'Fire in the Forest'
lyrics -David Sylvian

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VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
annalee:
How interesting, the things you have come up with! Started from looking at the images? Thats not strange to put a poem dont worry! smile
meta:
seriously I want to tattoo that line onto my TORSO.

I am feeling a wee bit better today, and I thank you so very much for asking. it's been a lllllloooooooooooooong day (I've been awake AND BUSY for 14 hours) but much has been accomplished and I feel pretty at peace with things.

you will hear all about it, I'm sure, in forthcoming journal updates.

until then,
kiss

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