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I find this more interesting than the other one, janet. But then I never worry about what a poem 'means' . . . The I/eye keeps shifting enough to keep from falling into a mere lyric secure self... I'm assuming you meant to keep each section separate.... Doug On 3-Jan-07, at 5:32 PM, Janet Jackson wrote: > Nine levels > > 1. Crouched on the floor, cold, I look up > and see the brand-new stars. > > 2. The air bubbles with starlight. > Shout, cry, laugh, jump up. > 3. Chant, crowd, surroundcloud, raincloud. > > 4. Feet still bound in boots of ancient skin, > I wash my broken eyes in rain at last. > > 5. I never knew there were so many all-singing angels. > > 6. Observe the unedited stars > and sigh to their starfire. > 7. Bouncing in the doorway, > I tear off all my masks. > 8. In the surge of suns and planets take this skin. > 9. Melted, spread and remade > as plain space and as the rainbow. > > Janet > ------------------------------------------------------- > Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> > Poems at Proximity: > http://www.proximity.webhop.net > > You cannot love alone > ------------------------------------------------------- > > Douglas Barbour 11655 - 72 Avenue NW Edmonton Ab T6G 0B9 (780) 436 3320 http://www.ualberta.ca/~dbarbour/ Latest book: Continuations (with Sheila E Murphy) http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664 Late night resurrection of a forgotten love, a vanished civilization, where the waning moon is the accusational eye of a discarded lover. . . . Love’s absence is still love, the heart a celestial wound. Christopher Dewdney