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my or your only wish is to embody every last note utterance and warble of the aria to be unencumbered by body, mind, to be only spirit. to be. to the furthest reaches to the softly lit closing scene. the one you've always dreamt of, that haunts every bone protruding from your form and it hasn't even happened yet. and when it does, you dance, billy elliot graceful in tube socks frayed across the living room, maria callas gone shaking the plaster off the walls, and you're left, mouth open eyes too right closes, left too.
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 5:47 PM UTC
maria callas, 48 hours
my or your only wish is to embody every last note utterance and warble of the aria to be unencumbered by body, mind, to be only spirit. to be. to the furthest reaches to the softly lit closing scene. the one you've always dreamt of, that haunts every bone protruding from your form and it hasn't even happened yet. and when it does, you dance, billy elliot graceful in tube socks frayed across the living room, maria callas gone shaking the plaster off the walls, and you're left, mouth open eyes too right closes, left too.
© Constante Quirino 2010
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Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 5:47 PM UTC
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