Bright eyes and heavy lids--
this feeling gives way with
the measure of a single blink,
that long stare so full--
longing and meaning and
unfettered animal bliss--
erased by a single instance.
Passion always tugs at beginnings,
polar attunements and the realigning
that makes such a mess of crossing stars.
Breath and fire entwined
those Escher tensions that impose
these sedentary limitations--
one thing then the other,
extinction imbued with noted choice.
Human limits seem the only things
untouched by exaggeration.
The flame embraced as eternity
snuffed without a thought.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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ReplyDeleteI'm a great fan of your taste of literary terms. Usually, I checked your handle to read and amuse myself. That reading makes me worthy. Your post makes me rich in a personal capacity. That was my endurance. But unfortunately, you have blocked me on twitter due to unknown reasons. If I have done anything wrong then kindly assign me a pardon.
Here is my twitter handle:
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