very nearly morning
you are
sleeping
gravity
refashions dream
into grainy daylight
the point is
is not
love
thy
neighbor or
thyself in her
in him as
further self
containment
quiet
exacts whispers
to feed itself
thus poise overtakes
the soft
moment
selfing
furnished play
in new arrangements
it is morning
repeatedly pale
convergence
of
what happened
that did not
preferring time tables
flexible and
condensed
maybe
the hurt
of daylight lifts
thus and perhaps
can be
remade
into
hushed gentling
as in plant
life made strong
as flexible
flowers
outlast
lightning and
accompanying noise set
to convene mid-
brain to
be
held
and spoken
to nearby haloes
18 Aug 2007
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2 comments:
Hi Sheila
I love your new text on TheFluxIShare - fantastic ramble :-)
Simon
thanks a lot, Simon!
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