time is a stranger whose fingers stir our dreams
with eyes that wink at our ending, which gather the light we forget
(meet me in heaven so we can stroke the moon)
and his wheel has turned all the stars about the axis of the void
standing on planets crushed by the weight of knowing
(whisper as spring grows into the perfect rose)
to unwind the secret strings of oblivion’s silver
and as all things die, to collect the wealth of fires furiously spent
(i taste your kiss in the strawberry’s gift of itself)
time, as he stretches to eternity the expanse of all nothingness
forgets the brief dreaming of the uncountable all
(where i loved you, in my heart, i existed)
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4:40pm friday, 22nd july
I dedicate this to my last girlfriend.............Her name was Rena...........
Remember how we knew magics secrets.......
Or what Christians call evil.........We all possess magic and are unified because of it.........That was my side.....Your side was Jesus or nothing.........Water into wine...........I believe all are worthy of forgiveness..or otherwise why created?
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4:44pm friday, 22nd july
She died at 27 from bulimia and alcoholism..She had a restraining order against her at local buffets........I attended one with her.....I cannot speak of the madness she had..I guess that song "lean on me" is the only song........Bill Withers............Ps.........She was a genuis
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