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touch of painted curls
river down under 
7th-Apr-2004 03:12 pm
It's understood. Hanging sweetly in the air
No under-rug swept. But so often
If you still talkin' about it, you haven't got it.
(but do what you have to do)
inline questioning, save some cycles
You will need them.

Analysis of last post's poem
I was thinking about cheap wine, about who drinks it, and why. About the slide of every upper class into the lower, to be replaced by a new definition of upper. Expensive products cheapened for the masses; make way for new expensive products. Does this bother me? No, not really. It's still good. How do I drink? Rarely, deeply, always. I love the idea of burning clean. Drink the wine or torch it, either way distills. Accept or don't, each way a choice, each way progress, the process is everything. White flame between colors, burning brightly is the high, the spark, the flow, the dance. Momentum between stills, balance of speed over time, it's so close to rhythm. And then push it, take it too far, test the limit, find the edge to know where you want to be. See from all sides, find comfort in the void, rest anywhere the cat's paws leave you. And I'm loving it, bring it on. Break me, in crystal-cast colors, let the pieces slide, melt and reform. A kiss with change. I see you. I love the end.

And no, I'm not intoxicated. High on nothing. ;)

Jealousy is rarely the problem. Security is. The important bit is how one feels about oneself, and how those feelings are affected by the person you're with. Do I want to believe there's more to it than that? Mayybe.

You is everyone, you is someone.
She's a flickering image of a person I knew.

There's always more.
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7th-Apr-2004 02:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :) You're not far away, it seems. :)

*asks you for a dance* :)
*bounce* vroom. :)
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