seed: "standing hushed at the joining"
(gleaned from a longer poem written for Em last year)
"One heel forward, one toe back; dance in tune with chaos.
Hands point and spin, and try to clap, but miss a beat or two;
for there is no sure joining of what was and what will be,
save knowledge that love is born in light and mirror passion..."
but join with you I will.
faucon
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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