A Time for Silhouettes
By craig2
The world is mine now and yet I am quiet,groping, then guided anxiously like a plant to light beyond a dark immediate interlude.The memory of essence past dulls, coagulates, engulfs an urgent void.The senses steeled, catapult, rebound, intensely echo, writhe, melt, absorb a creamy deja-vu: and as the Zen poem questions'How does one place a noise?'The world is mine now, quiet I'll remain. Written October 8th, 2001 © on Jan 11 2002 06:19 PM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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"The world is mine now and yet I am quiet,groping, then guided anxiously like a plant to light beyond a dark immediate interlude.The memory of essence past dulls, coagulates, engulfs an urgent void.The senses steeled, catapult, rebound, intensely echo, writhe, melt, absorb a creamy deja-vu: and as the Zen poem questions'How does one place a noise?'The world is mine now, quiet I'll remain...."