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30,000 feet

Member since 2003 · Posted 4 Sep 2003 · 3 comments

i am unanointed jetting through limbo and only your intersections mark. Your lights, my stars cities: nebulae i am in love with the beauty of your ignorance, i am wishing you could see me hanged not unlike a comdemned toy a strawflower protection against the evil eyes a spector spectator sport.

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[n/a] EAger to Offend 5-Sep-03/1:36 AM Reply

I dig this, having just got off a plane a few days ago. Like "Recycle", I figure I'm probably missing something but, I'll give it another read soon.

[6] tadpole 7-Sep-03/9:55 AM Reply

I don't really understand it but part of it I find myself liking. . .what is it all about?

[8] basit_i 14-Sep-03/3:45 PM Reply

"your lights, my stars"...i'm probably reading more into this than i should, but i find it rather meaningful. this profundity is of another type than the rest of your poem, so if i were to quote it in my style of profundity, i'd not contextualize. :) but, the same holds true for "i am in love with the beauty of your / ignorance" and for that matter, "only your intersections / mark". when fit with the rest of it, the external meaning i've added jars, somewhat.. but taken as a whole, i'd leave you with an 8.