Sharon - I like your touch.
This is the essence of the poem, which I like perhaps by itself:
What holds me
up in this universe of space? A stopped
clock, a dark moon, a mirror reflecting
an empty room. This star lights my day,
and these, my long nights. Moon, dark moon,
come out from our shadow.
Just a thought ... 'less is more' and all that jive.
Andrew
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From: "SB" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Thursday, March 02, 2006 8:21 AM
Subject: Snapshot 01 March 02006
The mantle clock has stopped.
It balks at the key. Its pendulum
swings, and stills. Grey sky enfolds
our mountains. I burrow further down
into this soft bedding. What holds me
up in this universe of space? A stopped
clock, a dark moon, a mirror reflecting
an empty room. This star lights my day,
and these, my long nights. Moon, dark moon,
come out from our shadow. Moon, I miss you.
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~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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