07-01-2008, 07:02 PM
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why God permits evil
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Location: Serious Discussion
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Re: The Noble Exhumed -- Nightmares Pile Like Bodies
The Icon of the Devotees
A Congruent Crush
A storybook wedding held without air, beyond stars.
Take the time to run out of breath asking why.
I know no poetic device for these weightless avatars,
They know what they do and they take great pleasure.
Mythical, some can say laughable, and yet why so attractive?
An echo of a primeval dream resounds, and
All these paper walls seem to fold into their shadows.
Thin barriers recede. Then can we really say who owns the skin?
The course and the goal seem so remote, now.
I will embrace you like the spider, with all of my many arms
That reach into tenses even I cannot see.
Where is the end if you choose the alternate road?
The snaking way bestows gifts only to souls left open.
Difficulty? Everything worth doing is a task of demand.
It is hard to weigh meaning when words are but roses
cut and thrown in a vase of transient glass.
To be plain, sometimes you feel like you are mine,
and my ears go deaf to the Sphinx’s cry.
All she speaks is a mystery.
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