In a message dated 9/2/01 1:52:22 PM,
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<< A question
In backwaters beneath [Beneath backwaters?]
the sun seeded crystals
grow, clear edged
refractive, of fixed shape.
Are yours like mine, their forms
so clear so bright never to be altered?
Comparisons agree, relief -
till you or I present [until?]
the other with our peerless
facets, bringing the imp [imp as in wicked spirit?]
of doubt to poke inside
our heads and ask
"Was it truely [sp.?] like this?"
Amorphous powder falls
a gesture from my fingers,
you hold birth's perfect rubies
and grow a look of hurt.
If I pick out, time free,
some lucent latticed thought [like this descriptive image]
of you,
must I at a question [kind of awkward construction for me]
cast it back to final
dissolution? >>
I like the minerals forming in your poem and the final question. Interesting
poem with many facets.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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