Alison gosh the last line makes it terrifying did I get it right????patrick
now for coffee and mend some books-more frindldly knives glue card bandages
and piles of books as presses esp loved a repaired 1934?single volume
Webster's
cheers patrick
----- Original Message -----
From: "Alison Croggon" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Thursday, December 04, 2003 5:06 AM
Subject: Snapshot
> There are shades you can only touch
> Years ago I walked
> Eyelessly through a black mountain
>
> The sky shimmered like a knife
> Poised to cut my breast in two
> I remember the men in white
>
> How they loomed over their instruments
> And doors which opened and closed
> I wondered if darkness was soft
>
> Or if it felt like a collision
> I wondered if I would wake up
> Locked inside my death
>
> With hands as formless as gravel
> Unable to say my name
> The last thing I remember
>
> Is the colour of kindness
> My heart floating warm and strange
> Through the chilling veils of my flesh
>
> When someone took my hand and held it
> And led me like a child
> Into the dark
>
>
> Alison Croggon, Williamstown, 4.04 pm Thursday
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>
>
> Alison Croggon
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