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Glass

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 7 comments

There is no future And in knowing this I cannot express myself with words For fear of shattering the glass of the present But I know I ache with knowing I only ask That you hold the glass gently And bear the weight of my silent need To drink forever From our cup

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[5] anonymous 30-Jun-01/3:46 PM Reply

Hi Shar, I thnk the glass metaphor needs to begin in the first two lines to work. Mark

[5] anonymous 3-Jul-01/10:59 AM Reply

pretty. :) I agree with Mark, though. [kaolin] I think I'd like to see it a little longer, perhaps to feel fragility more encompassing of the moment... then again maybe its shortness is its fragility...

[5] anonymous 24-Jul-01/1:17 PM Reply

read any Rumi lately?

[5] anonymous 9-Sep-01/7:45 PM Reply

eternal

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 10-Jul-02/9:34 AM Reply

I should have known the potentially interesting expression of the shock of thinking about temporal antirealism was too good to be true. As these things always do, it degraded into a pointless, vague expression of 'love'.

[n/a] daniella 20-Jun-03/9:54 PM Reply

random caps. waz up with that? n- no future but painful hope. give me something more to swallow.

[n/a] Jeremi B. Handrinos 21-Jun-03/6:23 AM Reply

What?