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There's a joke here, but the punchline is uncertain 2006-03-15
Alone With a glass of Merlot And a thousand worlds at my fingers My mind simultaneously rides the air currents with eagles And scrapes against gutters with the other low-lifes Each experience is not really seperate Each conversation is really with Different parts of myself But this is a function of metaphysics And not really where the little me Wants to be Instead Eyeing a thousand visions of ecstatic portraits But only for a moment For none of these may be touched tonight Even if any where interested And I have a sneaking suspicion that a couple Might be These thought-forms made flesh May be momentary endulgences of fantasy But that's for another time Right now I need something substantial Something that I can grow into Like a good conversation Or a train of thought Which takes me smoothy and naturally to it's ultimate end After which I can bathe in An afterglow of another sort That silence which only follows after one of two actions And I've already stated that one is off-limits Being much more temporary then the other And a much more gentle experience for the system at that It certainly occurs without convulsions, at any rate ~M
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