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The truant rain
the non graves dispute
the feeling here in the void to
be myself
and sometimes not
doubt those wonderful
of honey on the lips
I say every word unheard
vertigo as a
calm feeling
not veering
what I said

yes the summer can be breathing
what is The Vision of Light
the dark is like a golden cross
in an ark of a squat
with rear
the gates of eden
inside soft

the fireworks for a grand prize
you do not see things as I always told you
Summer coughs
spring sneezes
wake up angel
You will prompted to follow
I have created in the north
a kiss of dew

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:yes the summer can be breathing
what is The Vision of Light
the dark is like a golden cross
in an ark of a squat
with rear
the gates of eden
inside soft

the fireworks for a grand prize
you do not see things as I always told you
Summer coughs
spring sneezes
wake up angel
You will prompted to follow
I have created in the north
a kiss of dew

.. I'm thinking this could be a good thing, actually. [the line I highlighted, that is]

.. you are in your dreamy mood again.. (can't say I blame you).. and here in New York it's just so rainy, and dark.. wow -- the downpour just went mad outside. I hope my phone line doesn't go to crap. (oy)

.. be back later maybe.. I need to see to this Chinatownshire business.. (see if I can't finish up my next installment).

be good, fish,

v.

I don't know...

I still don't think that this fish is one of our fish ... or trolls. I think this is some kind of non-speaking/non-friendly visiting fish who has a cold.

I'm an agnostic

I keep reading the subject title as clam not calm ... clam of solitude.

I think a 'Clam of Solitude' might be a more interesting poetry topic then the calm of solitude.

quaileyedsnowfuck wrote:

quaileyedsnowfish wrote:The

too shorts? who can say? try think more words and bigger.

.. fuck.. what the???

[thought I'd reverse that hackneyed phrase]