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By Ali Date: 2006 Nov 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.11.16.10.18.27938]] |
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Double-take, double the exposure, a rift in me you might recognize, but that's just a backdrop, a place I've been, a sin I've smiled. So stop-- guessing, wondering, supposing, gesturing around a dance. Take a step-- ask me to follow, but know that I'll try to lead. I tilt my head when I smile, a pose for pictures, snapshots--the things I keep. But I've never been found, not in the way you want-- the blue song I knew ravished me, and then left me a fool. I can count the ways of creation, mirror things I should not, and break a heart like kindling fire-- but that is not what I choose. If rough could the smooth the edges, would you? If polish could shelter the break, could you? If anything will draw a blaze in water, should you? Forget the questions-- just know I will. And every nerve may end, but electricity travels in a circuit, and where it stops-- it also begins. |