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Tell me
where am I
If not beneath
a canopy of sweet
vanilla clematis
twining from toe to tip
arousing my anticipation...
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"And when wind and winter harden / All the loveless land, / It will whisper of the garden, / You will understand" -
"I was searching for the keys
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pagan gods stare blind across the sea
the sea brings sweet darkness back to me
through oceans of laughter through a fog of fear
tearing through the forest into the softest lair
we sit in our bones looking out from the hill
the snow is melting and the earth is still - Nausher Nash Banaji -
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"and again the others;
and again the others.
It is so forever,
there is no way out." -
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I had many a thing to write
But i had not the words to write them
At the other side of my dreams I waited
Nothing remembered nothing regretted
Arches to ashes, doors to dust
Blood resembles the colour of rust-Nausher Nash Banaji -
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The night is done
Gone with the wind of the first sun
Dreams on ice
Crucified twice
I want to be alone with me
A transparent layer in history
You regret the present is not the past
You despair its becoming the future
Those moments were perfect but they didn’t last
Those meaningless meanings were sutured
Turn away thinking they will come back to you
But the eyes in the mirror cant choose
You can’t win because when you do
You have only yourself to lose – Nausher Nash Banaji -
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"It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything loses meaning: love, convictions, faith, history. Human life -- and herein lies its secret -- takes place in the immediate proximity of that border, even in direct contact with it; it is not miles away, but a fraction of an inch."
- Milan Kundera -
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"Lay your sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave
Proves the child ephemeral;
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie:
Mortal, guilty, but to me
The entirely beautiful"
W H Auden -
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"He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable..." McCarthy -
