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The Ultimate Survivor

Member since 2003 · Posted 3 Mar 2004 · 3 comments

Eddie lies suspended in space A neat little egg-shaped vacuum he has carved out for himself Where troubles can not go And men of cloth dare not prey Nudged gently on by a whispering wind That only Eddie can hear Across vast oceans over tiny star-studded islands End-over-end Eddie floats Taking in all the angles and never letting on that he has mastered it all that from his hand those shapes were drawn and that through his simple and indifferent way He has emerged as the world’s greatest survivor.

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[4] smlink84 3-Mar-04/7:38 PM Reply
you are confused
[8] deleted user › smlink84 4-Mar-04/1:21 AM Reply
To paraphrase rockmage:-

'you are only confused when you perceive yourself to be confused, which is not often.'

Do you have a better confusion of your understanding now?
[10] INTRANSIT 4-Mar-04/7:18 AM Reply
You chose eddie for a subconcious reason. I saw a baby in the womb when I read this. (An) eddie being a swirling pool of water makes for an ideal name in this piece. Very good.