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the area dividing the brain and the soul
is affected in many ways by
experience--
some lose all mind and become soul:
insane.
some lose all soul and become mind:
intellectual.
some lose both and become:
accepted.

-lifedance

Charles Bukowski

[Feb. 25th, 2008|12:24 pm]

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there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

Jack Gilbert "The Abandoned Valley"

[Dec. 17th, 2007|02:20 pm]

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Can you understand being alone so long
you would go out in the middle of the night
and put a bucket into the well
so you could feel something down there
tug at the other end of the rope?

Carol Ann Duffy

[Dec. 25th, 2006|01:00 am]

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YOU

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head.
So I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamourous hell: the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame's fierce licks under the skin.
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone's face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.

ee cummings

[Dec. 25th, 2006|12:57 am]

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the trick to finding what you didnt lose
(existing's tricky; but to live is a gift)
the unteachable imposture of always
arriving at the place you never left

W.S. Merwin

[Dec. 22nd, 2006|07:20 am]

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Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.