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Inner Collisions—First Version Unviewed—First Version Daydreamy Ambush—First Version Tracings—First Version
… with soft kisses gone to sleep resting now in a shadowy place of light sweetly she is with me …
like breath your words inside me flow as I read beneath the dim moonlight like breath they swell my breast ablaze
Liminal Park Squence
no other chance a disembodied voice says feel pleasure & live no need to be redeemed nor saved no further need to suffer death stone shapes turned into flesh brushed flowers turned into fountains and blissfully waving she drinks sprinkled all over by...
a visionary world where dreams will live which are but core of life or life made new mirrored life or life clothed anew a woman’s friendship and kinship and lips and pale smooth skin and by beauty and respect and love to admire and adore beauty showed...
a smoldering silver fire kept within let it burn and heat and light the way
… she begets the water which fills the dry basin … stone becomes flesh and waving flesh begets clear fluid gushing like fountain water … brushing the flesh flower to beget water which changes stone into flesh … stone made flesh … wet flesh flowers trembling...
… memories afloat in the pale purple twilight … wraith-like falling cloaks, cracked stone basin beside the shaded white trace, a dark green maze of low hedgerows, a stone dog unaccountably dislodged, top of the tower unaccessible back then … once upon...