Tuesday Oct 12, 2004

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for you for now,

spin your strings as you wish
as you will
cast your line
suffer the pricks
of thorns
of teeth
of uneven things

tear at me
with simple tongues
lash at me with soft hands
use it
lose what you have taken of it
it is free

we push at each
other the pull of
our heart
our one
breath
alone
gone
are
we

can we
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trixel:
I relate to the last stanza.

Where's my flowing thing, son? *looks at you sternly* robot kiss
kay:
Indeed. Good choice of hell level. It is something that makes me bonkers as well, but I have gotten much better about it. Being on the Ice, we lose 33% of our memory during the winter, so we carry these litle books called green brains. We keep them to se do not lose information...unfortunately we do not have social green brains. So you have a whole town that will ask the same questions over and over again of each other all winter long. Yep. Like the freaking twilight zone.

~cheers

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