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Submitted by orgami on 20 July 2007 - 9:17pm.
darkness presses up
this window glass
music from beneath me plays
voices from the main room speak
my body aches
its age
weaknesses
and fault lines
rust gathers
wild flowers grow
when i lay awake
with my music singing
will it be you i dream of
standing
on that stretch of time
a great eclipse’ shadow
so dark and cool
when i touch your hand
and feel your smoothness
to know your real
in my illusion
i close my eyes and see
you still
your rain stained patterns
and pale rouge
i must stop this
exorcise
..O..
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rust
dear Orgami old pal Just me Orgami the other
wondering about your terms sometimes old lad
Rust seems to appear a lot
is this from Rust from Neil Young??
“well actually Orgami-the-other i just
love rust period rust is the patina the
finish the crumbs of time so to speak
when one brushs rust or handles something of
age one picks up rust sometimes Rust is a
marker of being of wisdom in an elder
it just makes me feel joy to see rust
maybe that sounds zany but its true rust
is King in my poems…”
well thank you Orgami
i think this has answered somewhat my question
(actually it has opened up a hundred more but..)