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Speaking of sunshine I produce glucose
Speaking of Greece I garnish my praise
Speaking of you I reveal no clue
why I am so keen
to end up forlorn
in a bitter-sweet poem
with no direction
and without any rhyme

I should go find the tree
the tree of perception
where I can eat up all dreams
that are loved to be dreamed
and leave them behind
in a closet of welcome
and the rooster shouts "Amen -
it was about time."


(Thanks Ray Lamontagne - you rested untouched on this shelf for a week before our senses met - I am glad to know that you are here and I am happy that there are people outside who know about my needs- I am off to the fitness-studio now-I guess I arrived in 2007 this morning)

Hi Henning ~

I'm not clear on who actually wrote this, you or Ray ~ however, I love these lines:

and leave them behind
in a closet of welcome
and the rooster shouts "Amen -
it was about time."

I thought of Hydra as I read the whole.

Welcome to 2007...


Hugs,
Lizzy

It was the first time that I have been to such a torture camp. I entered with this voucher in my hand that I had received for my birthday. I noticed a lot of iron equipment and serious looking muscle men. A woman greeted me and I told her about my handicap. That I had stuffed a few useless kilos in my body and asked if I could drop them there. I changed clothes in the dressing room and returned to the run-jump-lift-room. I spotted a ride-but-stay bike and the employee gave me instructions of how to handle the instruments. And while his fingers moved over the display to explain the digits, I spotted this tall blonde girl ("Eat up my dreams") on the other side of the room, doing an exercise we call "jackknife", where you lay on the back and out of nothing your hand and feet are having a date. Anyways, the only digits I was interested in where those of that woman. I rode that bike for 1o minutes and then I turned over to the stepper and after that I tried the treadmill. I wasn't cautious enough when it started and stumbled off the band. Of course the TBG had checked that and had a contemptuous look at me. Soon after she left with a dark-haired Italien-type guy and after 20 minutes on the treadmill I decided to leave as well. I left with my new sportsbag. It wasn't any fun to me. And when I turned away I wondered how many would go to their desk and write this down.