:lol: you have an answer for everything!I
wasnt scared at all when I was mad, its
only when I realised I was mad that it
scared me.Do you like being on your
own,you seem to be driving people away.
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ONDERDONK
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At Ease In Isolate Harmony Posted: 01-19-05 11:21am
Yup, alone. A pariah. It's the human
condition, no amount of conversing mates
changes things, you are alone. Yet you
are one with all, and it all makes m0re
sense when you're by yourself. I'm free.
"at ease in isolate harmony"is my anthem
(this week anyway)
come downstairs, we're going to have a
little talk"
the corn grows down, into a pit,
fantailing at the surface; and
a cluster of identical shamans
cast one another into the sinkhole of the
future.
The arrangement has grown, and moves
softly,
campfire holding it's original orange
color.
What's gonna happen when you run the
farm?
There's real progress here, and the
possibilities are endless....
A curious thrill and a heavy moon-song
are thumping on the atmosphere -
brave the sequence, ride the plume;
psychoplasm spurts out of the cold-fusion
box,
letters travelling all the way
into the upper chemistry of the night.
The steps are watching you,
counting the lights on your christmas
tree.
The shadow king comes alive,
and takes his place by the starry edge;
seeing, hearing, disbelieving,
a wide and fortuitous blaze shines on a
coffin.
The tunnel's ready for you now,
enter the sphere with the antlers on top;
the sand isn't quite the same,
this time it's singing:
"your name is camel,
now hold the tunnel";
the twilight places a guardian at your
door every night.
The long-haired waterfall speaks to you.
Cities with bridges catch you in their
web,
bring the universe to you in a sunset.
The roaring freight locked up in the
cabinet of the night,
we take a mental cruise; my dog's here.
Eggs in a basket kissed by a ghost,
spider footprints left behind on the wind
over your bed,
colorful lights from windows reaching out
toward eachother;
the carpenter's tools are just symbols,
there's no work going on here.
The angle of the box is a secret,
but the contents are bathed in light.
Rock the doorknob - now wait and see what
happens,
dip into the oncoming stream;
smile in the substation,
the ultimate thought arrives...
The glory candle's lit
and it sparkles in your eyes.
The go-no-further's picked,
you're eating the surprise,
a camel's face is licked,
we've severed further ties.