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| (jann c castor, 12th of October,1998)
...sometimes, when you win, you lose. Or, it could be the other way around! TRUST We
opened
the door.
It spoke to
you and me.
Resonating rust. Unhurried
motion. Torpor.
We looked through a
crack; there was nothingat first.
Oh, dreams in motion.They
were there, of course!
and meadows at night
with the moon so
silent.
and instead of clamor
there were glances with no fear
ice cream and strawberries
covered with puffy clouds of cream!
Look! The skies became
blue just after all blue was gone!
and the grass follows
the green in your eyes!
Our souls like water
pouring into glass
so clear and strong
rapturously ravishing
crystal walls
that don't break!
My heartbeat was where
it could hearand feel yours
and there is allwe
needed.
Let's look again sometimes.
Through escape. And
wander.
And through thought
that stick to flesh and mind.
Tear them off, one
by one.
Until all is done and
no stone is left unturned.
copyright Jann C. Castor ©
1998,WGA
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