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By Ali Date: 2008 Jan 01 Comment on this Work [[2008.01.01.13.01.11521]] |
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the pennies fall, with a tell-tale noise, measuring out the yesterdays in bright nonsense--singular truths that don't seem to amount to much, but gather more might than lazy, stilted eyes would suspect. each stark ring recounts some peerless mystery, some angled dream that catches the light enough to capture the untold sparks, trembling fireflies of unfathomable secrets-- a debt both owed and owing, a ledger filled with tactile memories, a brief glimpse into a once-sullen silence. the pennies fall in a world where tallies only half matter, resplendant in a myth of seized beauty-- these coins, you cannot spend, and if you lay your fingers along the edges, careful that you do not trespass, because the recompense may not be yours, and only half the debt. |