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The moon's silhouette rose high above the fickle vains of mother's crust. And as quickly as it was up, it drowned in it's own arrogance. The sun, (a little late this morning) greeted the sky and pardoned the stars, and as quickly as it was up, said its goodbyes and drive safelies. Myself, (watching the both of them) I could never understand why they were apart. It seems selfish to me to be a sun,  and silly to be a moon,if one could be the lightswitch, and one the finger that switches it, and if opposites truly attract, this leaves no hope for me. The moon's silohuette rose high above the serene scenes of midnight. And Stopped. It said to me I could never understand. The sun, (not too far behind) hollered what sounded like to me, An agreement. |
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Slowly, I walk standing; meandering and mysting over memories, past puddles of persuasion and raindrops of reason; past stormclouds of certainty and the leftover breeze of sleezy feeling. Slowly, I walk standing; cornered in my own containment, siphoning the sounds of sacrifice; sacrilege; super-human; sub-standard complexities deranged and endangered and sought after by conscience; corruptability. Slowly, I walk standing; my arms my tools, my mind my planet, my shoes my shanty; and with a limp I gather my thoughts; spew forth the indeterminate photography; bring forth the always and the empty. Slowly, I walk standing; my only friend the impenatrable soil; silently sucking time; layers and levels of solubility; and seemingly endless  and supposedly forever; overand over, feeble and feeble-minded. Slowly, I walk standing; socio- normability ranging zero; patched in rags, my only shelter; indeterminately determined to keep walking; to keep standing; until the day comes . . . . .when i Stop. |
