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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4465 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention this edge (my spindly expanse) when the rapture pleasant vox et praeterea nihil this edge, this momentary edge between ...yeah, it i think moves me my spindly expanse across this lurid scene, this momentary loss between the canvas and the stitched up seam ...yeah, it i think it does, yes it does when the rapture pleasant swoops in dark, silent, leather wings flapping, starless nights when the beauty and music is stripped naked and hollow skeletons dancing their delicate chances we pelican-balanced long after the moment's gone long after the rapture's done my ephemeral voice the ghost of a boy's old closet of toys this moment of choice, this bountiful momentary ceasing of noise ...yeah, it i think this edge, this solitary edge, delicately wedged between ...yeah, it i think moves me to great heights and depths to great lights and shades to where she wept to where we played to where we spoiled and wasted the magic today to where we boiled and tasted the things we ought to have kept locked tight away. |
