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	<title>Tongue</title>
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		<title>Path of Ashes</title>
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		<description> Be quick to love this flameand taste its blue skinbut a night,where cruel the burningmeets the flesh,no cupping wind will keep that light.

A preying breathmay steal the shamethat binds the firewhere it burns,then comes the dark upon strange wind,and feeds the red flame as it turns.

A path of ash lies on the tongue,and soot drags wetalong the thigh~yet dawn cools pale the waxing night,as black eyes watch the fire die</description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 14:09:34 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>The Poetic Ghetto of Elemental Process</title>
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		<description>    Pull down your hooded eyes,  They can't predict when bone  Will curl like roots of lightning,  Striking where all lips burn grey,  All storms have thrown  Their stones of turning words  As battened tongues flown loose,  Heads whip and spill;  The slowing rush,  The dripping thunder  Tears small echoes from each hill,  There's no direction left to run,  The calling hides its hands of arrows  Wind slung deep in falling caverns  Mountains gouging out dark skies,  Where no one breathes in risen ash  But crawling cry into rain's rotted mouth.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:22:31 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Spying on Twilight, Night and Dawn</title>
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		<description>    Finding myself  within a wrinkle  edging Twilight's eye,  I watched time's hidden grey revealed  in shapes that fell  where ending day  lay fading half-asleep   beneath her lidded  violet gaze.     Night's waiting well;  sun's surface burned to drink,  but depth kept darkness   cold in velvet's deep.  The murmuring thread  of Twilight's tongue  languidly drew up  well's bottom, black  filling her cupped hands of mist  with inky shadows,  rising wet to stain  her thirsty lips.     The peering sky  bent down to taste  her mouth, and all made dark  for lovers who must make  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:08:36 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Recitative</title>
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		<description>    The wind whispers,
I am a cold darkness,
you cannot keep me,
my fingers never close
but blow within locks,
an unwinding thread
of Earth's infancy,

I will gather
the fabric of seas,
and wrinkle fields,
I will breathe soft stitches
in the skin of clouds,
pulling them behind,
chariots billowing above
the beasts I quicken,

I will unrest the sleep
of your forest's peace,
my silver tongue tasting,
what hides within broken branches
of your mind,
the pulp of your heart scattered,
with splintered leaves,

I will rattle dust,
making sleeves of music,
whipping the throat of night,
making her cry for me,
so that I might console
each shadow's ear,
with my soft sympathy.  ... more  </description>
		<dc:creator>Celticlion</dc:creator>
		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:15:32 GMT</pubDate>
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