Re: High Drift -- Unicorn

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Date Posted: 14:30:41 10/09/05 Sun
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: 88-109-40-48.dynamic.dsl.as9105.com / 88.109.40.48
Subject: Re: High Drift
In reply to: AGS 's message, "High Drift" on 07:26:05 09/16/05 Fri

Good to see you again Al - I apologise for being slow in commentating, life has been getting in the way of such pleasure.

I would have recognised this as one of yours - it has an ethereal quality - with so many images floating by.

R

Sing me a lullaby with
>its varying tones, long
>elongated pitches, shrill
>guttural
>pronounced
>like the sordid gurglings of
>smooth and squalor ponds
>lying
>roasting toasting
>in the open sun
>
>an occasional fluttering gull does
>slide gracefully to the top of the sky
>its tail feathers its guiding mechanism
>and his head low
>to dive
>
>enhanced reflections show again
>walk the pond
>in the heightened smear of allegory
>it is as a lava lamp
>dug from the closet from the 60's
>the world enclosed
>and feathers like swords and daggers all
>any
>has
>to his defense
>in a world gone completely purgatory
>
>it shall always be pundit
>the mockery of kicking
>a door in
>when livers too busy in waltzing
>confined to their enclosing bubble world
>to deem answer right away
>that we shall never fit
>they shall come when they are ready
>when the country tune has finished
>and ne'er a moment before
>looking through glasses ne'er worn
>in the bubble
>glitz
>its smear
>in floating
>does roam all about
>climb the visible circumference
>it is their subtle wishes it is their thoughts
>the full stop stop sign reminders
>that it is time to leave now
>back, embrace
>the cue, clues
>that outside
>is
>as the far sea gull
>so lost
>wandering the frailty of wind
>o'er reflection
>and the door shall open
>just
>as surely
>as the sea gull

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