From: scerir (scerir@libero.it)
Date: Fri Mar 01 2002 - 13:56:08 MST
> Referring to rocket exhaust as sapphire dust is a bit of a stretch. {8-]
[btw]
Where Is Eden?
Exploding baskets of sapphire dust whistle in the darkness;
A stolen bag of groceries sits upon the shelf.
As I walk this lonely road to Moscow,
Angels touch my head and sigh.
Fabulous Reincarnating Ocean of Wonderment, fill me with your Magick!
I'm nearly dead and I still haven't done anything.
Life is like a silly movie with no plot and very bad dialogue.
Hypocritical racist foolishness abounds;
Exhaustive monuments to sanity.
Where is Eden, and can we go there?
Flowing rivers of light run never-ending from my Heart of Hearts.
Beyond Love, Beyond Fear,
In Timeless Splendour we shall roam.
http://morthaur.net/poetry/index.html
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