/ Whatever in my field of vision dwelt—
/ Stilettos of a frozen stillicide—
A cracked smile and a silent shout
Yes, in a dream all my teeth fell out
/ Or, with a silent shiver order it,
He'll have you later 'cause it's never free
/ And while this lasted all I had to do
I caught a glimpse, now it haunts me
What you are and what you mean to me
/ Took photographs. Whenever I'd permit,
/ Was close my eyes to reproduce the leaves,
In a dream I lost my teeth again
Instead I mumble randomly
You stand by and enlighten me
/ Was printed on my eyelids' nether side
/ Or indoor scene, or trophies of the eaves."
Calling me woman and half man
/ An indoor scene, hickory leaves, the svelte
You were at the gigantic spree
"All colors made me happy: even gray.
If I explain it once thoroughly
A cracked smile and a silent shout
I know now fragility
Wish I could speak in just one sweep
/ My eyes were such that literally they
+ know of people who are getting old
+ never knew this could happen to me
+ caught a glimpse, now it haunts me
+ know there's people who I haven't told
/ Where it would tarry for an hour or two
Gathatoulie
And of these shall I speak to those eager, That quality of wisdom that all the wise wish And call creative qualities And good creation of the mind The all-powerful truth Truly and that more & better ways are discovered Towards perfection --Zarathustra.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
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