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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.10.12.14.30014]] |
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Green meadows in my dreams the blue seems to rise in the fog a black bear, a black crow a white dove, a red and blue dotted frog secrets buried in the hills they are as seeds they have transformed giving birth to everything and nothing. i am alone again after your nightly visitation in this morning a waking of star speckled sleep. so much time has passed i only recognize the shells i string together pictures as prayer flags in the wind the wind horse is now flying into a forbidden land guarded by the power of our careful prayers sent so high. and the curses fall the red meat a feeding for the crows as the dragons breath of fire illuminates everything. a red and blue dotted frog the colors of the wild poison it's blood and veins nourish a potion a medicine - like a prayer for survival. Ah, the beauty and the cruelty of life. my moments with you are moments in practice perfect thoughts divine, without hesitation i challenge your prayers i challenge your survival so that as the dotted frog your carefully selected poison can reflect accurately the nature of the enemy heart. |