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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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Tonight.Its just the two of us, as it should be. It is a clear night, like glass, when you can see into the next world. Orb like, encasing an orb, and within that is our fragility, hid behind sheets of curtains and storms. Haven. They once called safety a Haven. In your arms, I am safe. You are a collective form, no, an entity of wholeness, that about your resting soul I feel the need to hold you, to be in that cocoon where you dream beyond the underglass. To become vapour, and breathe into your arms, encasing them, be wrapped by them, yet escape into your lungs to be launched into a tidal wave of romantic drama; expelled, embraced, and expelled. The light is cast, as the die, and our world ripples like a passing flood, gushing from our sight and limbs, still entwined. From half-consciousness I breathe the morning, and you, a retreating muse in guise. I dug into my old stuff, and I realized that I wrote this without realizing how I had all the soft sounds, the run on lines etc, and I didn't consciously think: Oh! Lets put some soft consonants and make it sound dreamy. Though in a way you have to admit, this one kind of attempts at other-worldly-ness. Wow. I wonder when I wrote this. Sometimes I wonder what Ms. R would say if she ever saw any of the stuff I wrote. Would she bother to annotate it, analyze its literary features? Oh! Assonance! Alliteration! How the sound and the rhythm make musicality! Maybe if I tell her I found it on the internet and told her that I forgot who wrote it. LOL. It'll be quite cool to get my poems and proses a literary analysis. Or maybe she'll dismiss it as an amateur's work. |