christina told me there was a problem with my sub ... so i am trying again.
after a long time, i am finally posting something here on the mailinglist
... any comments appreciated.
michi
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Virginia
One stone, two stones, three stones,
chosen like lovers, each caressed
beneath a sullen oak.
They will go down with you,
smooth and heavy, and cool
as winter cheeks.
This is the texture of death,
the threat of your extinction
carried in pinafore pockets,
river-bound.
Weightlessness is a dream,
a promise for the aftermath,
as you drag your body
halfway across a shallow stream,
step by deliberate step.
You look life in the face,
no longer envy those
who never had to strangle
voices in the dark,
who do not fear the hours.
This is it. Your silhouette eclipses
an innocent sun, then you're gone.
One shoe slips off, one shoe
choosing to float while you sink
to a room of your own,
a bed complete with flowers
ignorant of light, masters
of danses macabres.
The river is silent, Virginia,
always.
mag03
michaela a. gabriel
http://www.geocities.com/lillith1971
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"deeds cannot dream what dreams can do" --
e. e. cummings
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