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Date Posted: 15:44:07 08/22/04 Sun
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 80.43.152.229
Subject: Re: Atlantis
In reply to: AAAAGGGSSS 's message, "Atlantis" on 13:10:21 07/10/04 Sat

Strange you should write about Caribbean Islands ... on the very day I am trying to decide whether or not to move to Bermuda.

An interesting mystery beginning to unfold. Takes several readings to appreciate. Good to see you again Al.

Raphaela x

>Caribbean Islands
>awash
>
>with tender ripples
>
>of time
>to squash,
>the days of gloom
>that has made room,
>for all your sins
>and toss
>
>For once stood there,
>brave Atlantis
>and the sky did
>so
>blanket her;
>
>and at night,
>a tender necklace
>that did
>clang together,
>rustle,
>and spoke
>
>long elaborate whispers
>to evoke, that
>you were destined
>
>just
>never
>to know
>
>Was it
>the way in which
>you borrowed from time
>
>well kept secrets,
>
>or, how you began
>to tread her
>
>as gods
>the grounds
>you were supposed
>to keep
>
>she was weeping,
>in the still
>of a coming evening
>
>when the dew stood still
>near your hills
>
>afraid,
>afraid
>at last
>
>to kneel in,
>soak the green
>load, bladed grass
>from roots
>there peeping,
>nourish them still
>
>salt
>tears
>
>of weeping
>
>And the sun
>a harbor of your ideas, high
>that swept
>lavish
>a blue
>the sky
>
>and why,
>
>was she so unaware of you
>in all that gold
>you did
>talk of rustling
>
>as you grunted,
>and raised
>your cups
>
>smiled crisply
>to one another,
>
>saw the treachery
>that lay
>sunken,
>
>so beneath
>the lives
>
>Atlantis, where
>did you go
>in so few moments know
>that only your highest peaks
>would eventually swim
>
>This water sees,
>dim soft silt
>to swim
>
>forbidden now,
>as soft clouds
>the rim
>
>And now clouds the eyes
>as you sought
>
>whereabouts,
>
>of,
>the dismal
>secrets,
>
>trades, that nature thought best
>to keep buried
>for her,
>unwanted
>reasons
>
>As you unaware
>the tagged price
>for such,
>
>unlaundered knowledge
>
>never seeing,
>
>she lie so,
>great,
>
>and so far
>
>and you
>destined,
>
>a telling
>star

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