eclipse Posted November 8, 2014 Share Posted November 8, 2014 Christmas eve the night carer is asleep, my limbs are fixed like a sidewinder stunned by a sandstorm. Outside a bird shakes a worm. A seizure, my dance of remembrance, forgive me-the form is rough, I would like to offer moves with elegance, smoother incantations for the one who was crucified. Does it not thrive, is it possible to detect perceptibly cadences more perfect within the season of seizures?. A will that is pure pervades the manoeuvers of war, one mans passion, a shadow dance serves to advance, parade correct moves. My condition costumes the concious mind and Christ costumes humanity. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted November 9, 2014 Share Posted November 9, 2014 Hi Barry, Just wanted to express appreciation for the theme and treatment. Intriguing final line. I will come back with more later. - David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted November 23, 2014 Author Share Posted November 23, 2014 thanks David Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dedalus Posted November 30, 2014 Share Posted November 30, 2014 Dense, but interesting. As David seems to imply, it needs several readings. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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