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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3972 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Into a flowerless season Marty Abuloc Into this unflowered season a slow universe covers your memory with the thick liquid night and shapes your changeless magnitude from the quiet landscape so that everything you are your sacred silence your absence your curves your eyes closing like great silent wings is remembered precisely as it was as if in your absence a tremor rises in the void to disturb a delicate chime all consciousness gathers deeply into where you are not as if shadows cannot seal you off or your memory from being searched for into the far frontiers of your leaving until your pure shape is untangled from the wide nets cast into the depths of the heart and you rise to embrace the full soundless sky in your naked breast between your pointed constellation a soul is laid to rest |
