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the wind is reading Aldous Huxley's ISLAND dropped among the hollyhocks the wind speed reads skips entire sections a fat fly walks over the title an obese raindrop falls upon the author's name then another & another &. . . ISLAND turns to mulch raindrops batter the book it comes apart at his touch islands of words remain "...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and so far as the universe is concerned..." the rest is lost but he can fulfil the words ". . . unnecessary. . ." now here at your grave my fingertips trace the curves of your name as a lover might trace the taut muscles of a back a ladybird pauses on the H of Huxley as if learning its letters their metal inlay glinting in the sun "...it isn't a matter of forgetting..." your words scattered across the years "...what one has to remember is..." "...how to remember and yet be free of the past..." I still grieve my lost book eaten by the weather but glowing in my mind I laugh and tell your grave "Give us this day our Daily Faith but... ...deliver us Dear God from Belief."
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
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the wind is reading Aldous Huxley's ISLAND dropped among the hollyhocks the wind speed reads skips entire sections a fat fly walks over the title an obese raindrop falls upon the author's name then another & another &. . . ISLAND turns to mulch raindrops batter the book it comes apart at his touch islands of words remain "...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and so far as the universe is concerned..." the rest is lost but he can fulfil the words ". . . unnecessary. . ." now here at your grave my fingertips trace the curves of your name as a lover might trace the taut muscles of a back a ladybird pauses on the H of Huxley as if learning its letters their metal inlay glinting in the sun "...it isn't a matter of forgetting..." your words scattered across the years "...what one has to remember is..." "...how to remember and yet be free of the past..." I still grieve my lost book eaten by the weather but glowing in my mind I laugh and tell your grave "Give us this day our Daily Faith but... ...deliver us Dear God from Belief."
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
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