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what climbed up...
Contributed by
metro
on
Thursday, 14th October 2004 @ 06:04:14 PM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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i counted to twelve
before i looked up to search
the cracks in the ceiling for you...
over pathways of stars -
misplaced and illuminate,
somehow molded to fit
the contours of a life-line,
a palm to the floorboards,
and Sympathy is drunk with the Weekend's regrets...
i was sleeping (scarce-ly dreaming)
atop a midafternoon's platform -
waiting for the wheel of Love's misfortune to spin,
round our stomachs like coffee black
or the day's first cigarette...
catching late buses en route
to tempermental windowsills,
slabs of concrete - cracked open,
bleeding stone, softwounded from the war
between April and Apathy...
harboring the fugitive mind
of a girl in a hallway,
waiting for wisdom to come running
from the western world...
she let down her hair -
and what climbed up
was far from Destiny...
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metro
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2004-10-14 18:04:14] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: what climbed up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 05:54:03 PM AEST (User
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"softwounded from the war
between April and Apathy..."
That's about as much abstraction as my brain can handle. What is it supposed to mean?
Nice ending, though.
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