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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Starla tastes of strawberries Without meaning"These of living emanate a formidable light" A mockery of this spectrum against rose coloured walls. Supposed wisdom in the patterns I leave against his knowledge -this is all I could ever amount to.
Repeat it for your love, your pains, you loss. Repeat it for all its worth; this coil. It grows ever more bitter with each new prayer And there is no death to look forward to.
*first line borrowed from Kenneth Patchen
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1- Anstey
on Sep. 27 2008
in L2, i read 'coloured' as 'covered' -- just thought that might interest you. I thought the first stanza is better than the second - on the strength of the images and it's more implied angst rather than the clearly defined second stanza.