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Call me paranoid, or clairvoyant, or a desperate seeker in need of a kindly wink who gets blank stares from the battered courtyard plot of Black-eyed Susans. I’ve seen sweet grimaces and gruesome grins locked in the fuzzy outlines of a hinge with its unused spins perpetually putting the bedroom door ajar. Cheerless chuckles and twinkling frowns bubble up from the brown-edged peels of paint on a water-damaged ceiling constantly keeping my looking- back glass fogged. They come visit, sometimes smiling, often beguiling, these faces who lurk in this saddest of places where I hold their ghostly echoes safe from the outside voices cautioning me: “Too many conjured guests, even the prettiest ones you’ve grown fond of, eventually become so much unfiltered noise. Find and kneel down among the moss and lichen-covered pews. “Put your whisper-burned ear to the quiet-cool earth there and hear her tell you, ‘Look up. Look up. Share, oh do share dear, in the wonders of this infinite and unpeopled blue.’”
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
They led me to the course of water, but I would not drink
Call me paranoid, or clairvoyant, or a desperate seeker in need of a kindly wink who gets blank stares from the battered courtyard plot of Black-eyed Susans. I’ve seen sweet grimaces and gruesome grins locked in the fuzzy outlines of a hinge with its unused spins perpetually putting the bedroom door ajar. Cheerless chuckles and twinkling frowns bubble up from the brown-edged peels of paint on a water-damaged ceiling constantly keeping my looking- back glass fogged. They come visit, sometimes smiling, often beguiling, these faces who lurk in this saddest of places where I hold their ghostly echoes safe from the outside voices cautioning me: “Too many conjured guests, even the prettiest ones you’ve grown fond of, eventually become so much unfiltered noise. Find and kneel down among the moss and lichen-covered pews. “Put your whisper-burned ear to the quiet-cool earth there and hear her tell you, ‘Look up. Look up. Share, oh do share dear, in the wonders of this infinite and unpeopled blue.’”
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Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 6:35 AM UTC
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