Saturday, November 8, 2008

... rising and falling , tiled mazes fluorescent in spirit stretch and loop, Passing faces , translating , voices infused in time.
angel winged ghosts , conquered space, closed eyes, leaned back, a moment into the faraway.
candles and incense , honor, the twilight. The cruel sun and her after glow. The sky ,golden orange restless souls, a dance between the light and darkness, mirrors reflecting oblivion and the nothingness that grows like vine . we sit here before the dawn. Through the window the sky turns from Black to gray, the last stars disappear Gentle and silent The first winter snow begins to fall ...

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