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By Duke Date: 2002 Feb 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.02.15.13.30.12738]] |
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Another hour of backyard pools and, touch of green - only now and then. Vacant eyes, soot-laden brick and reddened steel - most often seen. The rail leads to an horizon of glass and plastic with no set purpose than for us to be perceived as Human. And time passes. NPR, a book perhaps. Learned commentaries on lives we wish were both true and false. But no dictates of authorship can really change that which is self-evident. Our hardships are our own and no one else's. And time passes on. A glance struck in unison - by happenstance? Yet for a fleeting moment seemingly meaningful? A silent dream of gold and cream unlike the rest. A calming respite from visions and reality that have otherwise consumed me. Sensuous in black netting embracing flesh. I can't help but think and note no harm's been done - only a dream unfulfilled. How can she know? Do I dare speak to a dream? |