Creation - 3
By animan
Wed, 18 Jun 2008
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Deep inside the rubbing of things,
near the deepness of small things,
Light was an orchestral rush,
a hammer and heatness, gone as soon as
come, come as soon as gone.
But in the explorations of somewhere,
light was a slow singing, a tense and gentle gaze.
Light came as a murmuring,
not a clashing
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Is it finished? I'm not
Is it finished? I'm not sure...I wish it was longer, because it's brilliant..
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Excellent...back to fully
Permalink Submitted by onemorething on
Excellent...back to fully appreciating it again poetically. It would be nice to read them altogether as one long piece. Love 'light was an orchestral rush'. Beautiful.
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