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’ Spinning Like Candy-Floss Filaments (Rev)
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Under pain of death, under all manner
of provocation and threat in the red
fire burning of aversive motivation
– I cannot go on with this text. The
moment is dead, non-existent, erased
from eternity; my inner theatre of
dreams is emptied, no single vision
presents itself to appease, no winged
word escapes, takes solitary flight
Words spin like candy-floss filaments
in glass transparency, my heart resonates
with nothing, cymbals remain quiet, no
sound is heard in the inner part of my
mind, my inner voice imprisoned within
itself, conscious mind sulks
shows no sensitivity for existence of
other realities; locked in a physical
prison which is me - I can’t do anything
until my dreams switch on their light,
illuminate darkness in my psyche – ‘til
then I exist a minute consciousness just
on the threshold of total extinction –
if dream light is not switched on soon!
Margaret Alice
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Spencer Wilson (6/13/2008 12:50:00 AM)
Wow, I thank you, That piece of work was simply... amazing, your profoundly established writing and vocabulary astonished me, And the message was as though it were gripping the walls and wrenching it's way out, it made me ponder and dream, I related to it as all who read it and those who don't, our ideas flow from our minds as though they were candy floss until, however, we lose our spark, our passion, our 'being' which is exemplified within this piece of work, Thank you so much for your passion and writing skills! |
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