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   >> Requiem   
   >> -------   
   >>   
   >> Orange blossom veined tissue on the opened wounds.   
   >> Everything,   
   >> including that,   
   >> is seen through,   
   >> leaving a thin chill mist where the flesh was meant to be.   
   >>   
   >> Every winter is the dread of spring,   
   >> spent in the cold solitude counting   
   >> the losses that always arrive when the snows melt.   
   >>   
   >> The mental struggle for continuity becomes sutured into place.   
   >> There are various parts gathered at random,   
   >> nailed together,   
   >> repairing the fences,   
   >> somewhere in between the blinded eyes and the broken tongue.   
   >>   
   >> Those bits of crazed glass,   
   >> and some pink plastic that is moulded into perilous shapes.   
   >>   
   >> No matter what you expected   
   >> you should have known that I cannot dream   
   >> of what I have not seen and shall now never see.   
   >> Everything remains shrouded,   
   >> and the sanctuary of my opened hand is empty.   
   >>   
   >> ---------------------------   
   >>   
   >> New Mythologies   
   >> ---------------   
   >>   
   >> When the lived portion ends,   
   >> it is then that new mythologies begin,   
   >> and we can begin to say that the sky split open all of a sudden,   
   >> the future crashing to earth as a spilling of words,   
   >> leaving a pale slit strained between the linings   
   >> of two silver grey clouds,   
   >> rushing bedsheets,   
   >> and torn shreds of skin deep,   
   >> as we mentally attempt to suture up the various incisions,   
   >> as to his and her's,   
   >> has beens,   
   >> teased apart,   
   >> from once convergent romances of thought.   
   >>   
   >> ------------------------------   
   >>   
   >> Cataclysm   
   >> ---------   
   >>   
   >> She moved an eyelash at one end of the world,   
   >> and the tree in his yard,   
   >> at the other end of the world contorted,   
   >> Spun,   
   >> and in a cyclone of wind driven rain,   
   >> that Pinocchio danced wildly until it split into two,   
   >> the one part falling,   
   >> in the same manner as a sweep of a hand gives way,   
   >> then nose dives,   
   >> sliding along a bad break between the sinuses.   
   >>   
   >> Everything else remained unscathed,   
   >> other than the huge limb sprawled,   
   >> fingers spread leaning into thin air,   
   >> touching at the ground as if trying to get at something   
   >> that was nearly sensed,   
   >> across thousands of miles of endless fences.   
   >>   
   >> ------------------   
   >> Cythera And Morpheal   
   >>   
   >> Dark Horse,   
   >> broken from a carousel   
   >> emerging from the closed eyelid,   
   >> whipped furiously   
   >> leaving,blood stained thoughts,   
   >> familiar,as the black cat   
   >> of dreaming,ill fated, crossed paths.   
   >>   
   >> Smoke sky in a pissed off haze   
   >> unbound across the eye,   
   >> of blurred recognitions   
   >> much the same as immersions into not knowing   
   >> waking up suddenly more murdered than alive,   
   >> on the very dark horse,   
   >> feeling the spurs,   
   >> across the roof,   
   >> in a broken up time   
   >> of night,   
   >> ghosting possibilities   
   >> Lit as shadow in a dark cave.   
   >>   
   >> ------------------------------   
   >>   
   >> Date: August 11th, 2002   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> Alone   
   >> -----   
   >>   
   >> Distant invisible cries   
   >> mixing human and bird sounds   
   >> with the rushing white water.   
   >> The canyon disappears   
   >> below a fringe of cedars,   
   >> their reddened fingers   
   >> and strained arms   
   >> wrapped around worn out stones,   
   >> bodies leaning into the wind   
   >> and holding back a blur of sun.   
   >> I feel as if I too am holding on   
   >> as desperately as they hold on,   
   >> alone on the edge,   
   >> as to another abyss,   
   >> a mind left painfully cramped up,   
   >> forced to clutching   
   >> at sparse hand holds,   
   >> of broken off communication,   
   >> still struggling at a climb   
   >> mostly beyond reach,   
   >> of anything that does not break away,   
   >> to vague ideas threatening   
   >> to become another marriage   
   >> of no more than tumbling clouds   
   >> and broken rocks,   
   >> some light having fallen   
   >> breaking everything   
   >> in between.   
   >>   
   >> -----------   
   >>   
   >> Unknown   
   >> -------   
   >>   
   >> We never met,   
   >> yet your unknown image   
   >> flashed repeatedly   
   >> as an unexpected jolt,   
   >> of rare beauty,   
   >> another hard blow   
   >> to the edge of the mind,   
   >> an interruption, hitting,   
   >> at the usual programming,   
   >> and then leaving   
   >> a mind left to wondering   
   >> about identity   
   >> and other lures to meaningless   
   >> attempts to fill in   
   >> various unknown details,   
   >> details and surmises,   
   >> as to who that really was,   
   >> conjectures would intrude   
   >> into that sixth sense   
   >> of eidetic disquiet,   
   >> adding false labels,   
   >> and spurious descriptions   
   >> that become story lines.   
   >> It always opens some avenues   
   >> as to potential fantasies,   
   >> giving rise to more   
   >> sleepless speculations,   
   >> that never get to touch,   
   >> though I refused to dream,   
   >> that anything could grow   
   >> from that strange seed,   
   >> planted in a derelict psyche,   
   >> never having known   
   >> dreams as being anything   
   >> except as what was terminated   
   >> earthed to ground,   
   >> the moment it was dared   
   >> into a specific anticipation.   
   >> I simply assumed   
   >> it was all another tease,   
   >> and we too were never   
   >> ever destined to meet,   
   >> the way it is as to stars,   
   >> and as to lesser deities,   
   >> as well as how it is across borders,   
   >> and beyond the margins of pages,   
   >> that are the no man's land   
   >> containing the fields   
   >> of inner battles, fought   
   >> by the forces of she loves me,   
   >> and the forces of she loves me not,   
   >> plucked from random daisies,   
   >> and rendered into painful   
   >> variations on the same   
   >> scrawled love letter phrases   
   >> then dared into a tiny corner   
   >> of the world,   
   >> defying all that remains   
   >> as yet unknown.   
   >>   
   >> --------------- August 11th, 2002   
   >>   
   >> Wide Open   
   >> ---------   
   >>   
   >> She strapped him down to his emotional bed,   
   >> letting the meaning sink in sharp as a knife sharp glance   
   >> sinks into the dead heat,   
   >> a glass of iced whisky kept a finger tip away   
   >> and destiny all going into total melt down,   
   >> racked up precisely out of measured reach,   
   >> and it's right,   
   >> then,   
   >> that something cracks concusively wide open   
   >> to really knowing there's a new religion playing it's sex up tight,   
   >> and cue ball crude,   
   >> pushed right up,   
   >> against your politics.   
   >>   
   >> ---------------------   
   >>   
   >> And Again   
   >> ---------   
   >>   
   >> You were in the dream that I woke up from,   
   >> and again,   
   >> there was nobody there.   
   >>   
   >> No surprises,   
   >> being had,   
   >> a lot of packaging,   
   >> and always something,   
   >> to get all wrapped up in.   
   >>   
   >> This has happened so many times   
   >> I hardly dare to close my eyes,   
   >> blindly expectant as to anything else.   
   >>   
   >> Each time the same happens and I awaken suddenly,   
   >> to being put aside,   
   >> struck down,   
   >> in the middle of the story,   
   >> getting nothing other than labelled a little older in time,   
   >> and being made wiser   
   >> only as to uglier than the time before.   
   >>   
   >> ---------------------   
   >>   
   >> Wavering   
   >> --------   
   >>   
   >> A sprig of moonbeams,   
   >> the dapple grey mare grazing head shy among white lace flowers,   
   >> the whole scene a field of stardust that's wavering along the sword   
   >> edge sweeping hand of sudden wind wipes aside all regular numbers,   
   >> pushing everything back across the clock face   
   >> leaving premature burial,   
   >> at sea,   
   >> among the dwindling few   
   >> remaining options.   
   >>   
   >> ------------------   
   >>   
   >> Beyond All Recognition   
   >> ----------------------   
   >>   
   >> Times when there is nothing left   
   >> to distinguish the days   
   >> spread wide open across the center of the calendar.   
   >> Nothing inviting,   
   >> and nothing there to augment the shape of things to come,   
   >> the money having been scalpelled away,   
   >> with deft cuts of prevention,   
   >> bled away into various rumoured destinations,   
   >> stained ends of the line,   
      
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