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By Bacardi Date: 2002 Jan 29 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.29.23.35.476]] |
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shudders this forlorn ground from impact of sudden sound clouds wild within the sky beating day, bruising night tearing limbs of golden spray off fountains fuming their watered waste crack ... again across the air opening resonance of barking might truly time to bring one, to know, to life watching heavens power, play an strife wind shears of inhuman force rip the clouds from every course all stilled in the instant when all i could ever be came into sight in the distance bringing my soul back to me tiny as the errant steam that over time laid the grand canyon bare soft as the feathers of a white baby dove my lady my love gentle talons deep upon the heart of i |