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		<title>Dying Between Time's Walls</title>
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		<description>             There stillness spread infinity,  A quiet bed's eternal peace,  a weightless blue expanse,  his head stretched silent universe  and wrapped within its black embrace.     He felt the white skin of his face,  become a map of spheres and stars,  those worlds surrounding his might reach,  he woke and stared through metal bars.     He drew the symbols on his face,  midnight's forehead above clouds  that ticked in sleepless progress toward  his ear near cheek, on left's third hour.     He killed time slowly in his head,  ... more  </description>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 09:59:29 GMT</pubDate>
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Bright,
  you played upon my hour's chord,
  plucking limbs,
  light as spring, unwary.
  Distant,
  a confined element   masked the laws of men;
  unlike God's measure, kind,
  an oscillating heat.


  Caged,
  these hands no music find,
  his glove keeps night;
  dark dissonance devolving,
  vibrating skin creeping raw within
  this shedding rhythm.


  Tonal deities
  defy the apex of my sorrow,
  what voice ore hid, now falls below,
  small sounds smuggled out,
  returning rare,
  to whet the cell defiled,
  in answer through forgotten bars
  you pace. 
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		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:59:37 GMT</pubDate>
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