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a wonderful life
a wonderful life
Nov
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29th
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2000
12:57 am
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a yarn
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and from the branch hanging down over the gate
Date:
2000-11-29 05:51 pm (UTC)
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a leave falls
teasing us
by imitation
with it's
and by extention
our rejection
faustian pacts
and angelic worship
replace not
the simple warmth
of proximity
perfection is of
humanity
and on the
seventh day
in a sacrifice
of his own flesh
and bone
man made god
in his own image
and god
was perfect
Re: and the leaf with its spidery veins.
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2000-11-29 06:32 pm (UTC)
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reaching up towards the sky
grasping the leaf effortlessly
we take that bit of the forbidden tree
trace it with our fingertips
the bit of eden
tucked away
in our pocketbooks and purses
to the city of angels
we go.
content
with the perfection.
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and from the branch hanging down over the gate
Date: 2000-11-29 05:51 pm (UTC)teasing us
by imitation
with it's
and by extention
our rejection
faustian pacts
and angelic worship
replace not
the simple warmth
of proximity
perfection is of
humanity
and on the
seventh day
in a sacrifice
of his own flesh
and bone
man made god
in his own image
and god
was perfect
Re: and the leaf with its spidery veins.
Date: 2000-11-29 06:32 pm (UTC)grasping the leaf effortlessly
we take that bit of the forbidden tree
trace it with our fingertips
the bit of eden
tucked away
in our pocketbooks and purses
to the city of angels
we go.
content
with the perfection.