Dark room egotisms

Fern
… and all there is just a take, after take, after take. Life.
Older than death. Older than world.  Older than old.
Whirling like a tide, after tide, after tide. Time.
Closer to the edge. Closer to the end. Closer than close.
Gyrating above and below, spin, after spin, after spin. Cosmos.
Faster than haste, faster than fast, faster than me and you…

… and there’s nothing to it, halt, after halt, after halt. Static.
Before the motion, before the beginning, before the before.
Inert like stone, turned over, and over, and over again. Meaning.
Still to the core. Still to its corps. Still to the still.
Constant in deed, death, after death, after death. Deity.
Mother to mother. Mother to father. Mother to you and me…


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Older than old...

I stoppeed rading beyond...

That...

I hope you forgive me, Mate...

Янки   28.03.2005 06:13   •   Заявить о нарушении
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Hey! How was your trip? No apologies necessary. :) Happy to see you!

No human words bespeak
the token sorrow older
than old this wave
becrashing smarts the
sand with plosh
of twirled sandy
thought — Ah change
the world? Ah set
the fee? Are rope the
angels in all the sea?
Ah ropey otter
barnacle'd be —
Ah cave, Ah crosh!
A feathery sea

Jack Keruoac

Fern   28.03.2005 08:05   Заявить о нарушении
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