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Nashville and Andromeda by Michael R. Burch I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again. It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . . How nakedly now and unadorned the surrounding hills expose themselves to the lithographies of the detached moonlight— ******* daubed by the lanterns of the ornamental barns, firs ruffled like silks casually discarded . . . They lounge now— indolent, languid, spread-eagled— their wantonness a thing to admire, like a lover’s ease idly tracing flesh . . . They do not know haste, lust, virtue, or any of the sanctimonious ecstasies of men, yet they please if only in the solemn meditations of their loveliness by the ***** pen . . . Perhaps there upon the surrounding hills, another forsakes sleep for the hour of introspection, gabled in loneliness, swathed in the pale light of Andromeda . . . Seeing. Yes, seeing, but always ultimately unknowing anything of the affairs of men. Published by The Aurorean and The Centrifugal Eye Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Andromeda, universe, cosmos, meditation, introspection, loneliness, alienation, pen, writing, night, darkness, sleep, moonlight, love, lover, affair, affairs, haste, lust, virtue, ecstasy, knowing, unknowing, aware, unaware, oblivious
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
Nashville and Andromeda
Nashville and Andromeda by Michael R. Burch I have come to sit and think in the darkness once again. It is three a.m.; outside, the world sleeps . . . How nakedly now and unadorned the surrounding hills expose themselves to the lithographies of the detached moonlight— ******* daubed by the lanterns of the ornamental barns, firs ruffled like silks casually discarded . . . They lounge now— indolent, languid, spread-eagled— their wantonness a thing to admire, like a lover’s ease idly tracing flesh . . . They do not know haste, lust, virtue, or any of the sanctimonious ecstasies of men, yet they please if only in the solemn meditations of their loveliness by the ***** pen . . . Perhaps there upon the surrounding hills, another forsakes sleep for the hour of introspection, gabled in loneliness, swathed in the pale light of Andromeda . . . Seeing. Yes, seeing, but always ultimately unknowing anything of the affairs of men. Published by The Aurorean and The Centrifugal Eye Keywords/Tags: Nashville, Andromeda, universe, cosmos, meditation, introspection, loneliness, alienation, pen, writing, night, darkness, sleep, moonlight, love, lover, affair, affairs, haste, lust, virtue, ecstasy, knowing, unknowing, aware, unaware, oblivious
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michael-r-burch
62/M/Nashville, Tennessee
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
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