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By Ali Date: 2006 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.06.22.19.21950]] |
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Earth-- sure as footsteps, steady. Earth-- the color of root beer candy, the kind of close comfort kept at an inconsequential distance. Earth-- the quiet in the darkness, the touch that whispers itself into being...a caress without a price, without a boundary, without a necessary reason why not. Earth-- that is what I saw in you. You were, You are, you could be... but it feels different, now. Am I some far-gone constellation? Am I this irretrievable phoenix of passionate persistence? Am I one misstep beyond what you'd consider redemption? I don't know if I fell, or if you pushed me, or a combination of things--but I don't care about fault. I care about what rises in the middle of your chest, in a breath that catches in your throat--in that moment, what is it that you believe? What keeps you dreaming? And what, my dear, has been lost? |