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Of flesh & time
I’m lying beneath a crab apple tree
reading Proust
A bell rings in the distance
but I do not hear
I’m lost in a place untouched by time
I lye awake
on a bed of cold autumn grass
with leaves
made ready of gold
The distance is not too far
from my Merovingian
past
Time springs forth to swallow me
in the afternoon light
I am in
my place of peace
There is no space or time
between us,
only chocolate-vanilla swirls
and mending holes
of
forgotten places
The church bells go unheard,
everything
is falling into the vortex
I know this moment
will not
be found again
The gold trinkets are falling
all around
Sweet October treats made pure by sun
and rain
and let loose by wind, to whirl on earth
The days are casting longer shadows now
growing ever larger,
as I approach the final pages
My mind is mingled with printed word
It is imparting a new meaning
to the falling leaves
One I caught mid-air
and kept
before it touched
the ground
It is my gesture to anyone around
that Crimson Kings
are loved
Cold, swollen and alone
I met her flesh,
which flash-warmed and dried
my damp feelings
Proust would surely agree
that this moment
belonged
to me
Every detail of his room
not
to be forgotten
forever engraved, every detail, every morsel
every scent
still tasty and alive
for all eternity
as I closed my book to make love
on the cold grass
the Swann's Way
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Oh, what can I say about such
Oh, what can I say about such volcanic streams of language? I almost don't want to touch this with my humble analysis, but I'll try. It bustles with so much emotion and yet, miraculously, stands still in a beautiful, beautiful encasement of transcendental peace.
First, you led us to a state of flow where there is no difference between past, present and future, and there, under a sprinkle of "gold trinkets" and surrounded by imagery that is deep meditation, you surged into a delicate and subtle encounter that burned brighter than any detailed description.
The ending is so magnificent that I'm silenced with awe—
All I know is that I crossed a bridge between body and soul and it's perfect here.
I dance along with you
I’m always so incredibly warmed, the way you move through words so effortless. Meditative and soulful, you gather the chords and dance hypnotically. And like a troubadour of old, I want to strum along… and dance along with you.