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   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   On Jan 27, 2021, Ilya Shambat wrote   
   (in article<6a3eb8b9-e0dd-444e-83d4-d3fd1d4ae694n@googlegroups.com>):   
      
   > My handful of dust - and your fleeting glimpse -   
   > stir billion starflakes at night -   
   > swirling insanely   
   > intrepidly   
   > in dissonance and delight -   
   >   
   > shadows of perpetuity   
   > gnawing, growling, gnarling malign   
   > glimmering incandescently   
   > in whispers of moonlight and brine   
   >   
   > Awake   
   > screams the sun, gold untenable,   
   > Awake   
   > bursts intention, alone,   
   > Here, here   
   > breathes essence, indelible,   
   > and Renders across the bone -   
   >   
   > Give me the spite and the daring -   
   > break me away to the wild -   
   > my life and my time, try Dissevering   
   > with tendrils of passion beguiled -   
   >   
   > hold heed the time pass irrevelance   
   > my soul in a bottle of clay   
   > that none of your burning ambivalence   
   > can suffer to.. melt away   
   >   
   > reaching for glorious nothing -   
   > swirling across the void -   
   > in shingles of consummation   
   > revivified and -   
   > destroyed -   
   >   
   > culprit -   
   > redemption -   
   > oblivion -   
   > imprint is torn apart -   
   > and hope shall have no dominion   
   > in an impregnable heart -   
   >   
   > My handful of dust - and your fleeting glimpse -   
   > A soul now dismembered complete -   
   > And universe - fervid with entropy -   
   > Charred palpable - and - indistinct...   
      
   That’s pretty good.   
      
   --   
   David Dalton dalton@nfld.com http://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)   
   http://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “And now the angry morning/Gives the early signs of warning/You must face   
   alone the plans you make/Decisions they will try to break" (Sarah McLachlan)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)