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Sunday, June 11, 2006

Pause

Picture a picture of some things of something.
Imagine an image of something unimaginable.
Take that take and place it in a place
somewhere where there's space in your mind
and mind that you don't have anything else in it's place.
So close your eyes
now that you're close to respond promptly
and receive an 'early-bird' special.
Pause.... Pause.... Pause....
Velvet ebony ‘neath my eyelids.
Final finish dissolving lights last breath.
My brain cell tar has taken.
Warm eager anxiety awakens my alternative senses.
There is no magic here.
Simply slivers of peaches in vast masses of deserts.
It is tranquil if you inser an excerpt from clock work.
It is a screw in a doorknob that's forgotten
but serves without appreciation.
Until now.
A momentous leap evolving a spiritual endeavor.
How clever.
Hot cup fills of being.
It is the filling the icing the whole damn cake.
Let it fate.
Let it rate.
Let it exhale.
Let it stay.
Let it make you.
Let it take.
Let it take.
Pause....
Jonathan Butler
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