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There is one time when the body pauses The dazzling placid late night Inside a concealed crisp castle There is a slacked thrown of pose One trivial light flickers softly Beside a firm restful coffin Now I lay me down to sleep A phrase heard through life Happens in the reality of this moment Stripping cloth from the frosted vision Once again becoming true natural The chilled air surrounds the body Seeping in the lowered soul Laying ever so still on a lush plank A quicksand of memories as the body sinks The light now slender Nothing but the somber knights They cover a chattered body Leaving a sense of protection and warmth Are the eyes open or closed? A thought lucidly pounding in the brain The sense of smell is the true friend At this sudden listless time Only supple crystals shift the nose Tingling the starved fragile hairs Face cannot be wiped The body is made of oppressed stone The arms weighted to a pull Tied down by tickled silk shackles The legs a block of endless heavy The body is no more a vital vessel But an anchored hard shell Although the fleshy mind stays alert Thoughts, dreams, emotions Marinating in a skulled *** Fusing together to make a dream An intense deep sleep In the world of non reality
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
The Body Pauses
There is one time when the body pauses The dazzling placid late night Inside a concealed crisp castle There is a slacked thrown of pose One trivial light flickers softly Beside a firm restful coffin Now I lay me down to sleep A phrase heard through life Happens in the reality of this moment Stripping cloth from the frosted vision Once again becoming true natural The chilled air surrounds the body Seeping in the lowered soul Laying ever so still on a lush plank A quicksand of memories as the body sinks The light now slender Nothing but the somber knights They cover a chattered body Leaving a sense of protection and warmth Are the eyes open or closed? A thought lucidly pounding in the brain The sense of smell is the true friend At this sudden listless time Only supple crystals shift the nose Tingling the starved fragile hairs Face cannot be wiped The body is made of oppressed stone The arms weighted to a pull Tied down by tickled silk shackles The legs a block of endless heavy The body is no more a vital vessel But an anchored hard shell Although the fleshy mind stays alert Thoughts, dreams, emotions Marinating in a skulled *** Fusing together to make a dream An intense deep sleep In the world of non reality
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 6:50 AM UTC
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