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quantumofire
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Posted Wed Sep 9th, 2009 3:18am Post subject: Lost
When I was young
I had time to watch the water boatman
Skim across the skin of a brook
And be entranced by the tension in its stillness
While rainbow minnows glid below
With concave eyes and tasting lips
Seeking nourishment in shoals
And I breathed with it all
And swam with the wonder
As dragonflies fizzed like effervescent straws
Stabbing through the reeds
And even with a breeze
They held sure against it all
While I broke free, and my mind broadened.
http://quantumofire.blogspot.com/
Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.
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Nitro
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Posted Wed Sep 9th, 2009 4:44am Post subject: Lost
You know, when I imagine your avatar reciting these words you've posted, it works for me <<<<grin>>>> Seriously, I'd like to see that beast in front of an open mic at a coffee shop reading poems.
But I'm slightly twisted like that...
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quantumofire
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Posted Wed Sep 9th, 2009 9:28pm Post subject: Lost
I am a member of the crowd
The lonely crowd
Where no one speaks
Except the wind
And gravestones cast their shadows
In the setting sun
Long and lonely
Cast of lives.
http://quantumofire.blogspot.com/
Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.
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Nitro
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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 4:26am Post subject: Lost
So, the Wind's one of the crowd?
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quantumofire
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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 4:48am Post subject: Lost
To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bath in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world: or to be worse that worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling, - 'tis too horrible.
Measure for Measure III i 116
http://quantumofire.blogspot.com/
Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.
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quantumofire
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Posted Sun Sep 13th, 2009 5:35pm Post subject: Lost
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