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Argo
Feb 1, 2009 16:37:30 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 1, 2009 16:37:30 GMT -5
For all the Ways and Arts that lie within I silenced the voices of my crew, Which rescues the world from many rebirths. What can follow the trail I leave and not sink? Sappho and Emily watch me in my darkness, With eyes too late to cry and lips too dry to smile.
Not everybody faces the dullness Of a crossword puzzle, Life's secret Running horizontally like a mouse Chased by the vertical clue of a dead cat, But even in Time's paradoxical stomach Where all the consumed cosmic particles Blend with the elements and their proportions, There is always a phobic End dodging Perpetuation And that thing sails, and you should not In your despair, let it anchor near Love.
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Argo
Feb 1, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
Post by Bernard Alain on Feb 1, 2009 16:42:51 GMT -5
like this a lot Nicoletta, I'm not big on the caps at the beginning of each line but this is definitely gallery material
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Argo
Feb 2, 2009 13:17:56 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 2, 2009 13:17:56 GMT -5
Hi Bernard, this is the third version and I am glad you liked it.
I've created a new version.. here it is without caps.
I think it is more focused, this started as a speedwrite..
What can follow the trail I leave and not sink? Sappho and Emily watch me in my darkness, with eyes too late to cry and lips too dry to smile. For all the Ways and Arts that lie within I've silenced the voices of my eccentric crew. Not everybody cogitates the dullness of my crossword's ergo sum; Life's secret scurrying horizontally like a mouse chased by the vertical clue of a dead cat. But even in Time's paradoxical stomach where all the consumed cosmic particles blend with the elements and their proportions, there is always a phobic End dodging Perpetuation and that thing sails, and you should not in your despair, let it anchor near Love.
Hope you like it too.
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Argo
Feb 5, 2009 18:28:13 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 5, 2009 18:28:13 GMT -5
The new version of Argo:
What can follow the trail I leave and not sink? Sappho and Emily watch me in my darkness, With eyes too late to cry and lips too dry to smile. For all the Ways and Arts that lie within I've silenced the voices of my blind crew. Not everybody cogitates the dullness Of my crossword's ergo sum; Life's secret Scurrying horizontally like a mouse Chased by the vertical clue of a dead cat. But even in Time's paradoxical stomach Where all the consumed cosmic particles Blend with the elements and their proportions, There is always an End dodging Perpetuation, And for this reason it sails, and you should not In your despair, let it anchor near Love.
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Argo
Feb 28, 2009 20:20:16 GMT -5
Post by scriptamanent on Feb 28, 2009 20:20:16 GMT -5
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