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simple silence

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 Sep 2002 · Edited 14 Oct 2002 · 5 comments

in a bursting, surrounded by too many words i have let the water run right through. drenched by solemn truths, to quietly dry away what might have remained. forcing it open in a turn, the waves caught me and threw me to the end of another phrase. i could not be warned too soon. and off in the far away sky i can sense a lightening... but i will not offer more.

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[10] god'swife 14-Oct-02/11:50 PM Reply

perfect. 10

[10] <~> 15-Oct-02/7:07 AM Reply

beautiful and spare.

[9] Christof 15-Oct-02/7:38 AM Reply

Oh yes, this is great. pared down to the finest possible point.

[n/a] daniella › Christof 19-Oct-02/9:43 PM Reply

nothing could be finer than to take into account words from whom they came. my favorite poets here watching me as i watch back in admiration.

[5] Goad 23-Jan-04/4:22 PM Reply

well, you certainly squeezed that one dry. You must have been thirsty. That can happen when you go wandering in the arroyos of life. Dry, dry, dry, and then BAM a deluge that leaves you broken and sodden.