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By j. knipp Date: 2004 Apr 15 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.15.14.56.16801]] |
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It's falling into place. We make our fate. Not without the nudge of faith. All one must do is show up, you got to play your hand if you want to win. What will you do? Will you be pleased or mad? Likely both. I am coming. Mountains can't stop me. I have found wings. Do not doubt this power that is love. It boils over with impetuous abandon. May my Proclamation be in these present eyes. See the heart rhythm within them. I am naïve but love is. It can be nothing else in a world so mercurial. Eternal promises need be naïve. I don't care, how can I care without a source? You are the spring/spring in my sole/soul, the spark of my motion. I rot, rot away, without you I see only decay. Here I come across oceans of all on waxwings. Here I come across studded void fields. Here I come to find the Sea of Tranquility. Past the horizon chasing the tail of First Light if need be. My heart folds flows time and space away. In single-minded pursuit of its Animus. As one I am imperfect... as one We may make perfection. Broken circles leave jagged edges, but rings return in upon themselves without end. |