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The rubber tree glimmers in fragrant rain, dust sliding back to earth in pouring notes. Grim greyness leaves to green limp veins, ribs, blades; wet breathing pores, refreshed with clemency. Arrive so I forget when you depart. Arrive so I forget when you hit out with your unkind departures, exits free. Arrive so I forgive, forget, abide. This dance is not just mine but yours, my foe. This dance is not just ours but Time's to move, unspooling clouds of film to fill the hours so Time dissolves, enthralling hearts with joy. To throng today with thoughts of your goodbyes. To throng today with thoughts of endless Time is greyness; the dance of rain unheeding the stealing back of grey, of grime, of thirst. The spool unfolds the hues of dusty breath. The spool unfolds the hues of endless thought. For brown a scarred hill, raging red for prey; the clean of green departs, the screen remains. Then why do I romance with you, my foe? Then why do I romance with you in dreams? Infringing sleep where thoughts no longer flow. Then stilling colors all, the Screen remains.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
A Quarrel
The rubber tree glimmers in fragrant rain, dust sliding back to earth in pouring notes. Grim greyness leaves to green limp veins, ribs, blades; wet breathing pores, refreshed with clemency. Arrive so I forget when you depart. Arrive so I forget when you hit out with your unkind departures, exits free. Arrive so I forgive, forget, abide. This dance is not just mine but yours, my foe. This dance is not just ours but Time's to move, unspooling clouds of film to fill the hours so Time dissolves, enthralling hearts with joy. To throng today with thoughts of your goodbyes. To throng today with thoughts of endless Time is greyness; the dance of rain unheeding the stealing back of grey, of grime, of thirst. The spool unfolds the hues of dusty breath. The spool unfolds the hues of endless thought. For brown a scarred hill, raging red for prey; the clean of green departs, the screen remains. Then why do I romance with you, my foe? Then why do I romance with you in dreams? Infringing sleep where thoughts no longer flow. Then stilling colors all, the Screen remains.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
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