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Date Posted: 17:48:14 04/07/05 Thu
Author: AAAGGGSSS
Author Host/IP: AC87D1B9.ipt.aol.com / 172.135.209.185
Subject: The Night Wind

Night Wind

Your eyes, black
in the distant radius -

radiance sheered, not
sheen; it is
seen, with those built in buds
like lightening
a platinum,
a spot

it is, a shine
or gloss

the soul;
that teases me,

the digression always
of directions;
the lame, a platitude
a play fortitude; that must die ambiguously;
just lie there

across the room
where distant eyes spin
as the frost of marbles
floateth, the planet
and I
understand: that you off
in different cycles again
in line with the forbidden

the voices shrill, heard over the lightening
call;
a wind to softly utter its voice

afterward,
in a vacant sky
and the consideration

of considering;
whole unraveling,
as a cyclone

ne'er met, fears,
they bemoan; travel; like the summer

rains;
each in different view

The spins, all
interwoven, they are
bare, they are
around and
then they are
aware

in center
the angles
the
sets of colors
displayed

and not
and dire secrets
that float
the mean
horizon

as sounds of hungry pterodactyls;
imagined

and the night
as real it can
be:

a needle falling miles,
splash the sea,

then
vanish

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