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A taste of Paradise
by quill Wednesday, May 14 2008, 10:00am
international / prose/poetry / literature

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    Return

Occasionally
when intellection
loosens its grip
I return
and realise the pain
of separation.

My consort takes me to an altar
and winds a rhythm
around my brain.

A song sounds and echoes,
it brings the sea laden with wetness
and signals trees to cymbalize their leaves

Like a (mating) bird of paradise
I quiver and swirl;
but prior to release
time intrudes bearing word chains and symbols
that finitize mind back to the unsures of men.


 
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