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Poetry Corner by Vanisse ------------- ALCHEMY Let's face it: the it that is unspeakable the it that is locked here under my throat like a stone. Though I cannot uncast my granite I let a not-quite-petrified finger draw in the dust, so that its misplaced particles might take those unformed tears and turn them into diamonds. ODE TO INSPIRATION Because the sound of an imagined hum illuminates upon these gentle keys a light so softly clear and in the peace and silence of a midnight reverie immortal forth our combined creation appears, a humble dogging of your feet the tension striving for perfection stays (each feathered finger's touch so ginger in its own progression, cautioned not to step awry--it might disturb this surgeon's hand that tugs not only puppet bodies' hearts, but also tethers to our naked souls) the one manipulation I would find, of all temptations, irresistible. |
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