"I'm flying without you, smothered in wind,"
I love the language in this poem, even the unnerving language ("morning
glistens like a fresh coffin...") -- it seems it should be set to music.
~SB | http://www.sbpoet.com
On Tue, Jul 22, 2008 at 11:43 PM, deborah russell <
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> Unfamiliar Earth
>
> Near a point of departure the air stills a vesselof whispers.
> Silk-sleeved and slithering - morning glistenslike a fresh coffin and is as
> still as a dreamless pillow or an unwrinkled bed.
>
> Through a white geometry of ambient circles,there is a sleep deprived song
> that almost makes sense.
>
> I'm flying without you, smothered in wind,
> in an undiscovered country where there is no difference between falling
> inor out of love.
>
> The sheet is not a sea or an endless arabesque
> of wingless gestures.
>
> My body lies in a whirlpool, above the edge, of
> an aimless dream – swimming like waves lift andturn back without a thought
> of return overa mass of unfamiliar earth.
>
> Not knowing how to stop and knowing, from this point
> on, nothing will ever be the same.
>
> Deborah Russell, 2008
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