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This body is so young how can it contain my age? life upon life the stars my sisters age upon age in so little time why so deep? depth under depth I am buried a growing young sprout from the codes of the universe secrets locked within designs I live among the chaff pushing up from beneath as it tumbles on the surface in the winds I turn to the light they are husks to so busy in their rustling, restless eagerly becoming the dust they are this growing is painful to generate new to untangle the codes to crack open the shell and not be empty husk easier to be vacant inside with nothing to germinate to give in to decay but that is no life though the weightless float lightly just brushing the soil as if it were dirty their movement decieves them animated they scramble in the wind as it blows them away I sigh an ancient sigh as old as the wind, it seems as I have started the cycle anew my soul remembers winters why? it is only spring eternity an endless second I am but a blink a thought conscious of itself impossible awareness feelings tuned reverbrate in air so I know truth that may not be fact but lurks within me nonetheless -Elise April 4, 1996 |
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Pad softly through the midnight moss scent the spices of the night mist caresses every contour as warm breeze fingers through glistening leaves the basking glow still rising from stone to mingle with nightfall's cooling balm swirling as eddies of light and shadow the breath of night and day whisper together feel the pull of pools of moonlight bathing in the wash of silver cascading like tides flowing ovet the body calling up currents response in the blood pour through the wood like liquid silver part of the rising ebb through the trees give chase to the spirit of the night rippling through the dappled arbors and dew lit star fields in the grass sing with the moon as it sings through your blood give voice to the melody that pours through your soul immerse yourself in dusky passions intimately touched by the velvet darkness tracing tremors up the spine tasting the shivering, shimmering delight of luxuriating in the night's embrace -Elise April 14, 1996 |
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