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my head sounds this way
Aug. 19th, 2003 10:53 amThe land cannot hide from itself cannot bear the weight of us and our women, our Softly-Stepping-and-Ready-Until-the-Face-of-Obscene-and-Full-Saintliness Women.
They are measured in dollops of song that fall from our lips, drip and ache in the blank hours between us. The full day came, tiredly dragged its collection of gags and sparklers behind it. They looked down, full to the gills with memories of sea water. When they left, there were traces of spite, like spots on porcelain. We longed to place our hope in their ample breasts, our hope in the red light of older suns.
A sussuration of terror started then, it arose in a respirative dance, swirled beside them, poured across the flattened earth before them. It slowly mounted toward us, climbed the land, and the trees breathed loudly all around.
We could barely rise, slowly parodied a leap up into darkness, aimed for the summit. We mouthed to disguised godlings prayers of speed. We hungered to be off the exposed hillside, and the day seemed to last forever as we climbed. Finally we were emerging out the flowery landscape to the peaks, cold fog behind us, dimming mist in the valley before. Into nothing but night upon the cliffs, with a grand City winking in the distance.
They are measured in dollops of song that fall from our lips, drip and ache in the blank hours between us. The full day came, tiredly dragged its collection of gags and sparklers behind it. They looked down, full to the gills with memories of sea water. When they left, there were traces of spite, like spots on porcelain. We longed to place our hope in their ample breasts, our hope in the red light of older suns.
A sussuration of terror started then, it arose in a respirative dance, swirled beside them, poured across the flattened earth before them. It slowly mounted toward us, climbed the land, and the trees breathed loudly all around.
We could barely rise, slowly parodied a leap up into darkness, aimed for the summit. We mouthed to disguised godlings prayers of speed. We hungered to be off the exposed hillside, and the day seemed to last forever as we climbed. Finally we were emerging out the flowery landscape to the peaks, cold fog behind us, dimming mist in the valley before. Into nothing but night upon the cliffs, with a grand City winking in the distance.