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Pyrrhus smoked the sun (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer Sand castles fell at dusk
during the suns stifled yawn;
here amongst the ruins we trudge
speaking in silence since words
no longer carry meaning.
The frigid wind whistles
its tune pressing against us
as boots scrape the last grains
of our spirit into the receding ebbtide.
Flames consume the sky,
evanescing as smoke rises
to dance over the ashes;
even the sun must crumble
before he can rise again.
Up the ladder:
Cold Feet
Down the ladder:
At The Station
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Posted: December 18, 2003 8:53 AM PST; Last modified: December 18, 2003 8:53 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.729984 Overall Rank: 1856 Comments:
Here's that morning star track, by the way. Merry christmas freak and have a safe one.
Merry christmas to you too psycho killer, thanks for the track- forgot that my redirect service doesn't handle large files. (oh well.. perhaps I'll pay for full pop3 service, 100$ a year doesn't sound bad.)
Your Modus operendi, thrills me to the core really.
A "mime" speaking in silence, but yet penetrating the mind, with azure recolections of what it was, as with a piercing of a spear.Bravo a 10+
I found the idea of "as boots scrape the last grains/ of our spirit into the receding ebbtide" a bit too opaque
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I miss that . 9