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Thursday, October 08, 2009
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Current mood:  touched
Category: Writing and Poetry
Like a still frame autobiography; like a peer-through portrait. The eyes have it. The eyes have it easy tonight. And the breathing comes. And it goes with little effort, calm in the motion of a notion. No shining faces can get here. No blinding spotlights can find here, behind here, inside the thin smile crushed up around those easy eyes. Flush. Flush a head spin flustering whirlwind – Then – in…hale – again.
In Hell again? No, no, no. This is the inside. The thin side of melt down is felt down the way. And the weight of the world is not welcome today. But the wait for the word keeps the gravity right overhead. So instead go in go in. Enough moving photos – the real art might start in a blink of those eyes or a beat of their heart.
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