| poetry like ticker-tape does spill and flick in such a breezeMarch 2 2005 at 10:29 AM |
(Login rocket2russia) shambles |
| life,
my calculation,
my firmament.
body of a church,
made purely
from snow
the moon,
remotest star
insecure around
such charm,
motionless
as hope
the earth's code
eternal
crises of atoms,
serene
in your eyes
my worthiness
confers with peace
such a priviledge
it is,
to be
ignorant
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(Login rocket2russia) shambles | butterfly caught in amber | March 4 2005, 3:16 AM |
human soul
props up
the heart,
residence
of passion
while sunset
pains
the morning
of
a promise
words,
seeds of cavalry
cannot hide
in dumb
abode
life and death,
cordial
in winter
applaud
this voice...
sun,
detested star
insecure around
such charm,
motionless
as a butterfly
in amber
hopeless as
a dream
of thought
in league
with action
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