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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3548 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Return Emusing (Lois P. Jones) Loss is not emptiness-- it’s six trillion years of death. The brass cymbal and the exit of desire. It is life turned inside out, the raw flesh of solitude, the convergence of darkness with earth's dull rumble. But you know you are not of this world. Your flesh is made of dandelion You leave your body like all the others float into oblivion until you crave its blood like a Bacchanalia, try to get it right, just one more time. ______________________ Bacchanalia [drunken fest] from Bacchus the Roman god of wine. |
