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Hidden
Aug 9, 2007 13:58:49 GMT -5
Post by Ross McCague on Aug 9, 2007 13:58:49 GMT -5
(for N.P.)
Something is hidden so deep inside, Yet it seems to radiate your entire being. It was nothing once or was disguised as such: The soulful lust for oblivion. Defines us in a place, observed as stoic, sea-hemmed, antique Greece. Who holds the secret: God, the Devil, the Holy Ghost? It draws us down the subtle dark energy of space. It populates a town, even contours the presence of love. Detaching us from our avaricious appetites, You live through as in a dream to reveal to men your harrowing theme: What we have but can never truly be. Homer knew, Tennyson replied: A forlorn Siren haunts with her undulating cry.
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