Guest guest Posted May 11, 2003 Report Share Posted May 11, 2003 Sun, and who can claim it as sun when soft cool light Diffuses the nighttime and dainty-comes today to color me clear? Birds are at the pitch of performance art, articulating the Inarticulate. A shree-shrree and coo-cruel-cool, shra-dda, shradd-aaa, and I am Awe, All of It. Let this day allow me nothing and deliver itself empty home tonight. Might the continent alone and closing in on friends, just collide Delighted. I cannot say why the high It wants to dig is the devastation of this darling form. I can sit here bliss-kiss calling and falling into That Which Has All Meals Greedless. I get high on night frummfhrooshfreshOmming into day this day in May we chant. I can’t care what will wear me down and drown away all this bony boat that bares this i. Hear this bird and this blueing sky arriving in writ of horizon just resting in my saying yes. It Rests In Yes. Yes. LoveAlways, Mazie STOP MORE SPAM with the new MSN 8 and get 2 months FREE* Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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