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By chris Date: 2006 Dec 03 Comment on this Work [[2006.12.03.02.09.14968]] |
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and I tell you whole empires rise and fall like an undulating sea rippling grey on grey blue on blue as you on me as me on you as a procelain skin woman writhing naked on a bed with white sheets completes the circuit of desire and would it mean anything in the half-light of this fire if I were to tell you that these flames make music like windy high thin and bright Toronto sunshine on days when it reflects off the Quay and blinds you but never warms you and you regain your sight only to believe you can see the mists of Niagara on the cupped edge of a curving earth rising Rising RISING all the while realizing that the blue-green pulse that powers our lives and our deaths also evaporates our reasons like water (even as it creates our world) (even as it turns our seasons) |