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Date Posted: 09:27:24 03/22/06 Wed
Author: Raphaela
Author Host/IP: 88-107-153-0.dynamic.dsl.as9105.com / 88.107.153.0
Subject: Re: The Shaking Of Mars
In reply to: AAAGGGSSS 's message, "The Shaking Of Mars" on 21:23:17 12/02/05 Fri

Some interesting imagery here. I particularly liked

'quilted leaves fallen
upon beds of the wilted
insects

although I got a bit lost. Why the title?

>Dreams glide
>winds of heaven
>leave the hands
>of a soft upper
>biosphere to glance
>the regions of the echoes
>they soothe, flow
>row in their wishes
>to cover
>as splashes of sound
>dwells where all the rains; matters
>
>do walks; and dirt paths become
>quite easily affected, as a dawn's light,
>of dove's fight
>a necessary graying sun is protruding
>near it becomes it's hiding place
>where rays and a chorus -
>are not heard
>but lie in a muffling as
>the quilted leaves fallen
>upon beds of the wilted
>insects know
>in their crawling among
>heaps of them
>some coiled as asleep, and others
>merely poking heads through
>
>odd shapes looking this way and then
>that
>
>frost flies the skies, as
>the angelic, with long wisps -
>
>of dresses; long they glow
>as the bride walking the chamber, seeking
>correct powders to be worn adorned
>pipe and flute outside in rehearsal
>too, draw their breaths deep
>rely upon that steady chord rehearsal,
>played again; keep watch on themselves
>always, as though affixed on a mirror
>proper hats, proper garbs, exquisite
>neatness of all worn clothes
>and gleams of satiny gold
>worn pocket watches about -
>
>a soul's cleanliness, with her hung ornamentation
>like cherries, and assorted ripe and deep raisins
>an appetite for a table
>with guests, ....
>
>... and lingering frosts not
>a bad thing
>as are far away dreams
>that float; remote
>(-ly) they float
>
>to the realm I've dreamt of always
>in stars, where heats -
>
>the fires of danced loveliness there
>to pierce, with its ice pick
>of cut-diamond luster
>the sense among which the frozen must talk
>yield to
>the fire
>all contained
>sitting dreams,
>and you

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