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...::Constantly So Near::...
I thought the thinking of going to sleep
thrown on like a coverlet of flame
which urges the body beneath it
to a sultry kind of ownerlessness
in which the famous obedience of limbs
submits like the non-public aspect of flame
to being only the yellow ash
of some almost glimpsed but yielded thing
in a space not quite lashed by experience
but still lent to the losing of it
or a just-missed train whose passage hangs
about the station in a great veil of dust
refusing to speak of any children
only looming now fast now slow as windows
or the holes in the lace of the new mourners
while the tracks are not rising up to meet it.
The dust an ash the passage a form of flame
or just being alone over the hours
descending so blithely where they appoint you
governor of irregular black buildings.
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...::Geoffrey G. O'Brien::...
I thought the thinking of going to sleep
thrown on like a coverlet of flame
which urges the body beneath it
to a sultry kind of ownerlessness
in which the famous obedience of limbs
submits like the non-public aspect of flame
to being only the yellow ash
of some almost glimpsed but yielded thing
in a space not quite lashed by experience
but still lent to the losing of it
or a just-missed train whose passage hangs
about the station in a great veil of dust
refusing to speak of any children
only looming now fast now slow as windows
or the holes in the lace of the new mourners
while the tracks are not rising up to meet it.
The dust an ash the passage a form of flame
or just being alone over the hours
descending so blithely where they appoint you
governor of irregular black buildings.
----- --------- ------- ------- ------- -----
...::Geoffrey G. O'Brien::...
Doglatto wrote:
> hey cyclone, Ps2 proud, you guyz up early tomorrow, or am I the only
> sucker here? :-)
I'm here for a lot longer. I'm trying to finish off a GTA3 walkthrough for postage today. If you want to talk to me on messenger just ask for the address.
> hey cyclone, Ps2 proud, you guyz up early tomorrow, or am I the only
> sucker here? :-)
I'm here for a lot longer. I'm trying to finish off a GTA3 walkthrough for postage today. If you want to talk to me on messenger just ask for the address.
hey cyclone, Ps2 proud, you guyz up early tomorrow, or am I the only sucker here? :-)
Fantastic. Now if you could write this yourself, you might get somewhere.
...::Constantly So Near::...
I thought the thinking of going to sleep
thrown on like a coverlet of flame
which urges the body beneath it
to a sultry kind of ownerlessness
in which the famous obedience of limbs
submits like the non-public aspect of flame
to being only the yellow ash
of some almost glimpsed but yielded thing
in a space not quite lashed by experience
but still lent to the losing of it
or a just-missed train whose passage hangs
about the station in a great veil of dust
refusing to speak of any children
only looming now fast now slow as windows
or the holes in the lace of the new mourners
while the tracks are not rising up to meet it.
The dust an ash the passage a form of flame
or just being alone over the hours
descending so blithely where they appoint you
governor of irregular black buildings.
----- --------- ------- ------- ------- -----
...::Geoffrey G. O'Brien::...
I thought the thinking of going to sleep
thrown on like a coverlet of flame
which urges the body beneath it
to a sultry kind of ownerlessness
in which the famous obedience of limbs
submits like the non-public aspect of flame
to being only the yellow ash
of some almost glimpsed but yielded thing
in a space not quite lashed by experience
but still lent to the losing of it
or a just-missed train whose passage hangs
about the station in a great veil of dust
refusing to speak of any children
only looming now fast now slow as windows
or the holes in the lace of the new mourners
while the tracks are not rising up to meet it.
The dust an ash the passage a form of flame
or just being alone over the hours
descending so blithely where they appoint you
governor of irregular black buildings.
----- --------- ------- ------- ------- -----
...::Geoffrey G. O'Brien::...