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May 16, 2005
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...parachuting the moon...
a springtime falsetto, many nights abroad
linger in our daily yearning
romanticized
as we sleep beneath the frozen earth
tending light for an empty hourglass
veins of icy water lay bare their arms
in the industraial centers of commerce
in the congested defunct fairgrounds
in the defeated alleyways
of Venice
history deconstructs the truth
narrowly escapes destruction
like foam exploding under the weigh of water
in winter, the waves fall with a certain
permanence
echoing our fears that the tide is shifting
that the years ahead
will not be as forgiving
as the ones we have lost
find comfort in whatever form
they will be sure to condemn
nothing is owed
to the celibate practicioners of life
I have no doubt
that when the dust settles
we will be under it
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 04:03 PM