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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 25, 2011 10:55:34 GMT -5
From a world of closed loops where bends and corners weren't imagined yet, where animals mixed and souls slipped in and out of bodies. We hold the line now, cold and fast. We block and crimp sharp. The circle is only an ideal we cannot match.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 26, 2011 13:10:42 GMT -5
should that read in and out of bodies? deep poem that transends creation and captures a moment in a prsent time that is but a flash of ages
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Dec 27, 2011 10:39:50 GMT -5
Thanks for catching the typo--yes in and out
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