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Emergence
Posted: 16 October 2007
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Good morning,
Strong morning,
Watching a day forlorn in mystery unfolding...
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 V`yonne at 15:48 on 16 October 2007
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I love the idea of a morning. I wasn't sure why forlorn? One is usually forlorn after the event and not as it begins. But maybe I just didn't catch your meaning in that one word.
:)
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 Victor Gente Delespejo at 23:53 on 16 October 2007
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You are right, yet the idea is that there is no time... the day has been forlorn in mystery since the occasion, the magical and fateful occasion, when a good and strong morning had first been experienced... after that, everything has been imbued with its wonder... everything has been left behind in its wake, eclipsed by its presence, assimilated by its power... strong mornings don't argue... they just overwhelm... and time is but a mere memory.
Write on :)
V
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V`yonne at 20:03 on 18 October 2007
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Victor! Well I've been too busy over in flash and only revisited this now.
a forgotten dream
under skies of
streaked vermillion
light stretches and yawns
spans the bridge to
violet and beyond
Oonah
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Victor Gente Delespejo at 15:18 on 25 October 2007
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Sorry, I can stay logged out for days.
Love it, the more I read it, the more it makes an ineffable sense to me...
A thought is prancing in the dark,
Rustling through the sleeping minds;
Which of them will it now choose,
Which of them will it now enter?
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