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To Err With Doves (Free verse) by MacFrantic

I stand outside, my body trembling in the hues of rain. Wide drops birthed on my naked mind: clarity a surrogate to vacuity. The smart gargoyles turn their heads, Double-take, and dismiss my glare. I look at them for their doves; sunken, feathered gasps of air. Dueling futures strike me now To become with gargoyles, or to err with doves, in the rain. I appear in plumes on the ledge, but am naive to think to trick them so. I will reach out; hope with fingertips. I will not reach; they are foul. What are doves to me? My feet are cold, icebound fixtures, and they mock me, in the rain. I am crying and they know it. The glassy windows reflect my fury; my subjection. Where I meddle I may fall. To err with doves is to cut my palms on the stone, and I cannot see them for my life. Gargoyles, beseeming, claim my hand. I collapse into nothingness; I fall to fly. God, 'tis wonderful. Speak of me proudly as I lay in sight unseen. Be merry in what mourning spells. Here, the bottom-sides of ledges sparkle in the sixth-rising sun since my death. The gargoyles are lucky in spoils to send what I spare in the divine. Up to the doves, I craft of the earth a guilty word: "To send me where I slumber, I divide you from your host. Oh glorious piping lords, I live in dreams where you remain."

god'swife 28-Apr-06/1:00 AM
You have no grasp on human existence. I cannot even venture to guess what childhood atrocities must have been inflicited on you to make you want to write such an empty and uninspired piece of shit as this. You're just one more sorry ass strutting around in this pitiful sanctuary for self-important asses. This drivel lacks all relevancy. Is this what you sit around pondering about? Is this the most intriguing most profound most soulful experience you can write about? What the fuck, are you some kind of horrible mutant? Try 'writing' something pertinent, germane, material, apropos to the soul and its struggle. It's tragic that such a bunch of heartless pukes have turned a once stimulating arena of thought into a incestuious hotbed of superfluous and inferior banter. The fact that some idiots feel it neccessary, let alone plausible, to leave comments on such atrocities is only more proof that you've all completely lost connection with the drama of human existence. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Get a life. A real one consisting of love and loss, pain and exrutiating ecxtasy, the awareness of our absurd and fleeting existence. You're all stuck in a boring putrid land of make believe. Fucking losers.

To mindlessly shit with the doves you mean.




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