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hope
By apophenia
the morning sky split open its blue myst skirts to sun me weary and forlorn,
driving my mazes home ... the cheese at the end of this two dimensional
sketch
the sun's vagina eye flirts light and orange fire with night's black modesty
timid as any new sunrise, it teases and spits brilliance, a hint of all
that could be
and when it finally emerges fulllblown and hot red to gold
the sheen burns my pupils to witness a radiance i was never meant to see
the warmth on my skin still nudges me to look up and risk a bit of blindness
for a chance with the sun spot, an ingulgence, a release from the pain
of seeing and feeling all you could never reach
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Copyright 2004 apophenia
Published on Sunday, July 25, 2004.
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On Wednesday, January 26, 2005, Jonas
(720)
wrote:
a stretch into the realm of hope and a breach of the fear that comes with the desire that hope enfolds... given to warmth... beautiful words much needed
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A former member wrote:
Amazing . . utterly amazing . .
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On Tuesday, August 10, 2004, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
Hope is a radiant light so like the sun - when we are used to looking away from it, it may burn our eyes at first when we again recognise its presence...but our eyes can again adjust as tears are released that remove the film the clouded our vision.
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On Tuesday, August 10, 2004, TropicalSnowstorm
(1703) wrote:
As always, your thoughts shine radiantly and I enjoy basking in them. Ciao, T/S
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