Cheju 01.3
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[ i do not wonder ]
i do not wonder about the worm, or worms
that left the thin pink filaments of silk
dancing in floral patterns across your chest
beneath style and stigma
reflection of self
i have witnessed
the inveigling nature of skin
there is permanence in your fragility
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[ it is not to speak ]
it is not to speak
yet to siren the prophecy
beneath the wooden cross you bear
choking the sunlight against your skin
sacred hoop hanging
behind a waterfall of hair
descending
between ageless disciples
hidden
from merciless sun
blind ushers to the temple
reflected in your suppliant gaze
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Beyh [ 배 ]
what lies beneath
is nothing
to the softness of your lips
and my journey home
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[ i do not wonder ]
i do not wonder about the worm, or worms
that left the thin pink filaments of silk
dancing in floral patterns across your chest
beneath style and stigma
reflection of self
i have witnessed
the inveigling nature of skin
there is permanence in your fragility
----------------------------------------------
[ it is not to speak ]
it is not to speak
yet to siren the prophecy
beneath the wooden cross you bear
choking the sunlight against your skin
sacred hoop hanging
behind a waterfall of hair
descending
between ageless disciples
hidden
from merciless sun
blind ushers to the temple
reflected in your suppliant gaze
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Beyh [ 배 ]
what lies beneath
is nothing
to the softness of your lips
and my journey home
posted by Sinclair at 4/22/2006
1 Comments:
Whoa, buddy...this is some pretty deep stuff here. You've completely got me thinking about reality adn time travel in ways I've never thought of. Thank you for inspiring me, it's off to my drafting table right after your next poem :D
Peace
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