As/Is

5.03.2006

Of Journey

Each man thinks
of distance,

white, strolling
patches of light

grown quiet,
stronger,

different.

The body is
a foot, a shoe

the length
of darkness;

the lungs
of night

filled with
"entering" -

a mouth,
a door,

a crack
within

the stone;

my warm breath
on a window...

a small
instrument

of journey.

posted by Rachel Phillips on Wednesday, May 03, 2006

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wow so true...

Keshi.

# posted by  Keshi on 11:54 PM

 

journey to the dream door
the ivory door of the Manes'lying misleading dreams

# posted by  Guido Monte on 7:03 AM

 

bright ivory door

# posted by  Guido Monte on 9:42 AM

 

Hey, you are actually pretty talented. I'm adding you to my blogroll, if that's okay. And believe me, I'm actually quite picky about who I add.

--
Atomic Poet

# posted by  Christopher Trottier on 12:41 PM

 

if eyes opened even for a flash,
they could see how things are
only rain's slow drops
on a window pane.

# posted by  Guido Monte on 8:43 AM

 

...the eye betrays us, guido and perhaps the light and rain
what of rain? it falls

# posted by  Rachel Phillips on 9:29 PM

 

yes, it's true Rachel
it falls

# posted by  Guido Monte on 5:05 AM

 

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