UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
- Joined
- May 20, 2007
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mote
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
exerpt from somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
by e. e. cummings
glossa
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the sum of all that has come before
no matter how thoroughly we have factored
our equation, one plus one will not reveal
your exquisite control over how we see
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
is charted like the contours on a map
i can read in braille with my caress
and hear when you come close to crumbling
the detail of this atlas whose every page
compels me with the color of its countries,
or the blue of its oceanic depth
only witnessed by the drowning soul
as he gasps in pain of tear-filled lungs; the absolute
wonder that is your ability to resuscitate
rendering death and forever with each breathing
Oh wow ....... you write exquisite Glosas