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Where Time and Space End (Free verse) by Quarton
Light on a summer night, chased by a child whose hand reaches out--captures the light, opens her hand; the glowfly blinks, then flies away. On a distant planet, a being searches the evening sky, sees the point of light on its journey to a place where time and space end. Where the child has been long before the spark is seen-- holding eternity in her empty hand.

Up the ladder: To My Doubters/Doubt Me
Down the ladder: Ode to Chicken Kiev

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.4
Weighted score: 5.0476813
Overall Rank: 6846
Posted: February 25, 2003 8:41 AM PST; Last modified: February 25, 2003 8:41 AM PST
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[6] Mr Pig @ 195.92.194.15 | 25-Feb-03/12:12 PM | Reply
Oh my dear boy I seem to be lost, I clicked on the wrong poem, but will read this as a courtesy, Back in a jiffy.
[6] Mr Pig @ 195.92.194.15 | 25-Feb-03/12:22 PM | Reply
Righty Ho then bombs away !
I was frustrated at the finale of this piece as there is so much fun one could have with this. Their are a multitude of metaphors you could utilize representing 'her' in the last line, #
1) who is she lets give her a name, if oyu look hard enough you will find in latin or the omega plenty of demi-gods representing the universe. Something as infinite as this subject requires infinite literature. Also what is this distant planet, do tell us more. wher eis it? describe its solar rings, write as if you are watching the majesty of the deep dark universe and take us there my boy.

Now on the positvive sides what a wonderful opening 4 lines, alas from there you may have got a bit lazy.
Now I do hope you modify this poem because I think it would make a bloody nice change from sex, that seems to dominate and pollute the beauty we are here for.
Oh there i go again oh dear, I get lost sometimes in the passion of the piece.
Now I must go and water my geraniums so i bid you good day sire. --6 and please do think of what I have said.
I will ask around on my travels for people to read this, infact I'll ask Mr Horus.

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