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black strings his perfect speech stripped to the waist his exquisite phrases jeans tight and damp his grammar curls cling to his chest in a lick of new sweat his diction hair hangs black strings into his eyes his pronunciation steam fizzing off him resonant vowels, sibilant consonants touch me, touch me, touch me ---------------------------- a draft by Janet Jackson Wed May 10 23:53:21 WST 2006 ------------------------------------------------------- Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> Poems at Proximity: http://www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet/proximity.html "When one acts in accord with the time, the yang energy is expansive, like thunder going out of the earth and rising forcefully into the sky, startling an area of a hundred miles with its rumble, so that all demons flee. The life-giving potential continues increasing, and the earth is always covered with yellow sprouts, the world blooms with golden flowers. Wherever one may walk, everywhere is the Tao. No happiness is more delightful than this." Liu I-ming, trans. Thomas Cleary -------------------------------------------------------