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By Ali Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.15.30.24332]] |
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The silence comes together like a tapestry, a collision of experience, revelation upon revelation--a voice I had exercised, only to revive, stitched together by...by what? I look, only to recognize the evidence, a tendril past that was undone, eclipsed in the depths of an inadmissible goodbye, offered but not exposed. There are years I fail to grasp, and questions abound, infecting like a plague, and you-- you did not survive it, always scraping logic from the walls of intent, pressed upon by the world to pose the answer before the question-- but love could not be reasoned out, or matched a shade above or below connection--no, love was an irreconcilable difference that I wasn't sure existed. Now, you draw out the devastation, the contemplations I never knew I didn't know, arching backward to begin the beguine, beguiled-- you speak the words I want, but do not, explode the inner circus, saying you did not survive it, the combustion of choice, possibility, and reality-- Do you really think that I did? |