Swallowing Fire At The Bottom Of The Ocean. =================================
Because our precious seashell designs need repairing after every wave; I'll wait. Until the ocean dissolves into mist, floats above our heads and does not burst; Until it does not ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever burst. We will walk, casually; where once we would have drowned. You and I have many places left to drown in; but for now, let us walk. But promise to speak to me! If not in the hushed tones I favor, then in any tone you can: When you open your mouth to speak, there is a star between your teeth that flies into my eye, and blinds me. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
