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Anada 197
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. . . . . . . . . . "Summore"
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futility
life is my empty cupped
hands&time is measured in
teardrops on my chin
saltpain stinging my heart
gasping into open wounds
bitter cleansing baptism
i am dying piece by piece
giving myself away to
whoever will take me
and in the end i will be
a grinning hole in space
free from accountability
unable to think or care
about whether or not i
matter to someanybody
unable to dream or desire
or breathe or blink tears
from my frayed away eyes
Naturalism
how many carefulslow&
feverquick times have
pen&paper tried to pin down
nature like a fragilesoft
butterfly.how many words
sprung around sunrises or
trees,brittle cages made
to fail;for nature is beyond
bars or boxes,steel shudders
of poetic admiration or
snares of prose.nature is
unbounded simplicity&words
are the muddy reflection of
her slightest smile
Will You
to you i sing of
cornflowerblue memory
wispy strains of
eyelashes brushing bare flesh
fingertips folding into
long-remembered wrinkles
roads always taken by
a solitary traveler
i sing of yawning
light, half-lidded dawn
a strange species who
splits into two pairs
of limbs, albeit slowly
even reluctantly, and
lives as one in two parts
(perhaps not so strange)
i sing of a silence
broken by shared smiles
strands of breath holding
careful wisdom, suspended
by maybestrong hopes
and spiderthin dreams
my lips, my voice, my love
will you sing with me?
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. anada 197 by X-tabai (c)2000 anada e'zine .
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