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Revolution is in the air
Like a morning mist
that lingers

Cool and not oppressive.

By Arcassin Burnham

love then they forget..
And the rest is counterfeit..
You could be all you could be..
in the land of the valley..
Where the shadow lingers over..
don't have to hurt anymore..
a place where you're never getting older..
while looking out to the shores..

they would say,
stop the negative thoughts,
if that's the case, i'll follow you,
suit yourself,
i think they might be right,
and if they're not , i'll follow you..
they would say,
stop the negative thoughts,
if that's the case, i'll follow you,
suit yourself,
i think they might be right,
and if they're not , i'll follow you,

I would leave and come back and leave and come back and leave and come back
every time when it got hectic,
There are other explanations for what goes on in the world and theres a lot that you
have to know in the statistics,
There are others,
way beyond us,
pick a teacher,
can't trust the preacher,
very nice to meet ya,
but i don't trust ya,
redeem cellulars , it use to be beepers,
You're your brothers keeper,
From the evil and envious,
theres nothing your teaching us,
we should believe in him,
we shouldn't believe in us.

Why won't you leave?
It's been a year now
stop torturing me
give it up darling
I believe you've moved on
So why won't you leave?
I'm driving the same roads
Seeing the same places
Writing the same words
give it up darling
I thought you were gone
Please won't you leave?
You're holding my frame
Stuck in my brain
Driving me insane
give it up darling
listen to that last song
And just leave me be.

sunshine lingers land
over receding tides
seashells on the sand
carring the ocean within
with a warm gentle touch
there silent whispers unfold
held to my ear I listen
as a beautiful story is told

The air is brittle this ominous, wintry night.

The slivers of a life you used to know still haunt you, as surely as you have permitted them to be a haunt to others.

Without question, it is those memories that spur your ruminations; that cause your copious circumlocutions; which compell you to stand on this somber boulevard in front of this crumbling, but once stately manor that now is a languid presence with the solitary purpose of looming over the vast grounds.

It is obligatory that you proceed along the avenue that used to split the yards that are now overgrown and chocoblock with twisted vines, and thistles.

You pause, to gather your strength.
One deep inhailation and then you hold your breath as you grip the tarnished handle and lock leaver.

With a perfect degree of strength your thumb recalls, the mechanism is undone.

Your arm pushes forward.

The silence is disturbed by a warbling creak as the heavy door is slowly opened.

You exhale, then before you lose your nerve you quickly pass through the ingress and enter into the foyer,
which is instantly familiar in the dim, flickering light and the long, slender adumbrations effected by the gossamer encaked voltives jutting from the dusty walls.

Though it has remaned unchanged  
throughout all the time that has passed, standing in the ornate room affirms that the warmth with which you used to be recieved here has been abandoned to a frigidity.

You feel as if this room remembers you.

This is as far as I dare go with you, my friend, though I know you must continue.

I have listened to your stories, so
I know you have many rooms to search.

The closier that you seek is in a matter that is not my own.

I will depart upon rendering these words of warning:

When visiting the past,

As you daringly explore these often haralded halways,
Be careful what you leave behind.
Take caution not to lose yourself,
For a shadow lingers in the Suite Sublime.

She opened my heart with melodies and maladies
And closed my eyes
With kisses
And whispers
That dispersed the doubt
Until the darkness came out
Then she left and my eyes opened like clouds
Squinting through the rain at the sunny day.