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Midnight Ultimate
Contributed by
banjo
on
Wednesday, 28th May 2003 @ 09:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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It is the beginning.
The grass is dark and wet,
Spears on feet bared
For traction and maybe for
Life
Five minutes, I say -- five only.
That is my condition.
It is the worst and heaviest of days;
All my thoughts are due tomorrow
And tomorrow is twenty-three minutes away.
Sailing the disc
A twin of the twin, a glimpse
Blank on darkness among the
Stars
A universe spinning.
Then--
Gasping for air and laughter
Wet laughter
The impish sprinklers have played
A prank to match all pranks
And we have passed the point of no return.
I am bold, you are beautiful.
The heat and pressure will wait, must
wait
For this is the moment, the reckoning.
Have I come here to be defeated?
Am I here to defeat?
I know the answers to these questions
And they are not what I thought they were.
Amongst the sprinkler rainbows case in the flourescent light of academia
I will live,
And live unconditionally.
Copyright ©
banjo
... [
2003-05-28 21:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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