Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 05:12:48 -0400 From: owner-sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu (by way of radhika gajjala <radhika-AT-cyberdiva.org>) Subject: Date: Tue, 27 Aug 2002 00:51:29 EDT Subject: Re: Mirror To: sa-cyborgs-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu CC: Kurvanas-AT-aol.com Mirror mine make me break me as I woke you broke me with your incessant stoney stare (is an eye an I if it never blinks?) stairs of stone do not a pyramid make me yours once more and I will cease ascension stereo phonic games of silent lucidity rescended: we play mimes (was that a fake reproduction of The Scream in all its primal force Munching away my soul? Or, my Medusa thought: fear not a stone cast, the first one thrown through the glass pyramid, enlightening the all seeing I -- or nothing to it, to us just a new entrance for my Louvreing dreams) I have seen the masses shuffling just beneath the surface tension of my depths and know the museums of memory are stocked through their basements an eye for an eye through the looking glass only I you we win Narcisstic bets in the evening streets flooded with doubt bone dry and wasted time to move on beyond true kind revelation ancient, tired indeed a tire, bhavachakra in deed great green fish hovering beneath, ever shimmering anatman not words, not images rolling ever onwards upwards, towards your Sisyphean heights. [c 2002 thomas fortenberry]
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