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By nothing Date: 2001 Dec 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.01.00.12.19606]] |
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"snap" springs from my finger tips breakin bounds of light casting reflections mirrored in still waters "snap" another pulses 'cross this pool in ripples of dancing waves only to clear with this image "snap" yet lacks power to clear the festering waters jaded burst of smoky bubbles rise break to fill the atmosphere with lilacs? spewing forth now waves of golden sun two deeper shades of blue a form to fill this night with heat backing up to crescent walls watching her step water graces in cascades cover my eyes in effort not to see? be seen? touch of heaven grasp of hell to find waves slowly close over sight |