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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 12, 2007 23:44:33 GMT -5
is there a victory among these pulses of life that fill windows with elegant memories sunflowers with seed sea with infancy eyes with tears of perfection;
is there a victory to come among crystal glasses of red wine that answer the mid-day call of church bells with the blue silence of the august moon
i saw a bird fly today remembering the white flowers of the almond that bloom among winter branches where dreams remove their bones to become words of thyme overflowing edge of precipice where sun weaves light with the sudden strength of alexander's galloping horses.
these hands these eyes this odor of eyeballs this night this probing infinity this victory that has come to stay.
only now do i understand their song
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