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Originally Posted by The Shademan
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 an 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.
None other can hold this wealth.
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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This is simply beautiful. Not only do you have a way of putting words together to make your meaning subtle, but you also craft images that are poignant and striking. I'd try to pick a favorite line or a favorite stanza, but as I told you earlier, I love the whole thing. There is a sense of longing for something that seems just out of reach and yet at times can seem very attainable. I love the emotional conflict present.
*applauds*