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how words make one quiver
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well below the fountain where crystal dreams cool and a fevered brow restless stirs this fever isn’t over anyhow but the idleness of passion building building well below the fountain i found a cool light and refreshment plays this fervor isn’t over anyhow but the intensity of play building building well below the fountain the soft breeze and longing is complete this favor i know but becomes a sweet relief building building --- |
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how words make one quiver
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dark as the night while floating orbs danced along the small horizon obscure broken by the blocky outline of a city that is at rest long ago when the morning was fresh so tall so tall and that was all destination first arrival afterwards how we are destined travelers with tickets carried abroad eminently stately attired there in the night bright scratching beneath the surface moments in monuments history on the sleeve and cuff where shadows glide so solid so solid rotating around avenues side streets afterthoughts more real than real more here than here --- |
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how words make one quiver
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how words make one quiver
simple anticipation but more culmination of events inadvertent situational all the same tiny steps to to to a great big mystery i can hardly wait if i kept counting should i count backwards or forwards to pass the time ten nine eight two somewhere in counting i lost my way back to forms ay ay ay bee ay ay bee but that was never really me it comes from the unaware simple evolution cortex expanding to word objects not real but describing the real and then beyond when words became the description of events or words described the arrangement of words my knowledge is in no way encyclopedic but i have seen those pages the line art drawings of dodo birds died young dead when the world was just gaining feet sea legs and an age of sails then poof they were gone dead we realize their departure was in memory we recorded it but a record is not the event time should revolve to see the coasts and landing walk among birds they had no fear their future was not certain that chance to unset time to make amends who would say no and yet while they died dead to the memory of any age any one can say this is a dodo |
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