you mean from the back?
bring the moon home now ? poem i'll send it tonight sd
On Wed, 7 Mar 2007 08:38:47 -0800 Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
writes:
Serpents Dance*
Serpents dance.
It's a moving trance.
Why do I keep thinking
Their light is a dog?
Thoughts pass so quickly
But take up a lot of time,
A permanent handclasp
>From an angel's discarded clothes.
Show me that plough
And it's fruits.
While reptiles inform us of their state,
Do we placate them or just watch, huh?
Don't force it, the light seems to say.
Excess could be bliss
But how is it defined, now?
If darkness prevails, then what?
There may not be any more answers
To these questions.
Voices in the night
Simply go on talking.
Hieroglyphs in space
Start to resemble the stars.
Sorrow is of no use at all.
Run the race backwards if you can.
In the absence of meaning,
There will still be sound.
The machine oils itself
Even when separated into parts.
Tom Savage
3/3/07
*Written while watching Radical Low ONR-1, Allegory of the Night, a dance
performance by Chantal Ysermans
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