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Memories.
Memories hit me with the total impact of huge anvils,
Following the example of the chinese drop.
Memories of HER
Memories reflecting interminable lines of HERs
Coming and going, sharing my destiny for a moment,
Spreading rich rainbow over some of my days
Just to disappear in time.
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The raven ready to fly from HER hair, in a jog
The beauty of HER happy smile
The curve of HER body
The hazel of HER animate gaze
The liquid gold of HER rebel locks
A wave curling HER shape in a swimming pool
The beauties of the Classical land shared with HER
Watching HER dreams through curtains of hot air on a beach
The shore of a lake and HER shadow on the water
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Anvils is what they are.
And they drip in front of my eyes
Blurring the textbook in front of me
Mixing up concepts and necessities
Robbing me of the beauty of life
Loading my soul with the randomness
Of natural cause-and-effect
Which has its place in the Universe,
But corrupts eternity into beads of memories.
Stealing my future
Grinding my hope.
Pain is nothing compared with the lack of purpose
In my life,
In HER life,
In any friendship.
BEWARE, NOBODY KNOWS WHAT TOMORROW CAN BRING
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Moon Steer, 1996 |