Tuesday, June 15, 2010
won and lost
I am so lated in the world, that I
Have lost my way for ever.
heavy-handed, yet a winter mind. the intelligence still bright, instinctive, fresh as snow. what words can be spoken now? ...they are there, scattered correspondences, soaked in a deep familiarity, a tender intimacy, so much so that you begin to wonder...you Spy her other life, as if through a clouded mirror, as she reveals herself to another, jousting recklessly. what strange assai is this?
she was the master, looking for a slave, the cruel curl of her lip disguised by a gentle voice. how time is upon us. the settled gravities of the days bear down. so much so that you cannot tell any more who has won, and who has lost.
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2 comments:
why has there to be one loosing one winning? and can't the loss be a gain as well, and the other way round?
don't know. that's just the way it is.
don't know, roxana. don't get you. could you elaborate on that (loss.gain)?
hmm.
such a serious comment! I wasn't prepared for that! :-)
got to run. stuff.
salaams,
b.
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