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February 15, 2009
insides smile at what you've become.
shades brimming
a stake, for a grave
twirling the cane like a minstrel
divine
the capsized question ponders
but reveals none
painstakingly you
waiting
fascinated by magnitude and depth
in-betweens opening
failure to appear
nil.
drums holler remedies
and dancers submit
a pleasure palace for transmutation
dim dimensions pulsating
awakening
for fathers
reuniting
divine mother igniting
flames for christening
tears stream to open heart
my dark mother
revealing
silence reverberates
insides smile
at what you've become.
Posted by dave at February 15, 2009 10:47 PM