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Where We Are Now

plazma

Bluelighter
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Jul 24, 2001
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Behind Conroy, with a Chainsaw...
I keep losing myself
In the gap between worlds
Echoes of consciousness
Whispering in the silent spaces

The sum total more than the parts
Discarded snake-skins of personalities
Rustling in the dead breeze
Keeping company with tumbleweeds

Each pixel of this reality
Before my eyes they slip
Quicksilver-slick through fingers
To the vial whence worlds have sprung

Speaking the language unique
Uninterpretable yet always familiar
As with the strains of passion
Felt in some shrivelled older heart

An artist paints slowly
Brush moving inches in years
Breathing stale life
Into a landscape millenia gone

We're spinning in the vortex
Drops of water forced together
As we drop into the dark
This end we share that makes us one

In the coldest closing hours
Each breath bringing closer the last
Until like feather-down we drift
To fly upon the wind towards the sun


-plaz out-
 
weridly i can relate to this,,, as always amazing work hun, you keep growing and growing, but hey don't we all :)
 
plaz...the way you piece words together never ceases to amaze me.

You certainly have a gift!

Love you.

Kat xx

=D
 
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