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Oct 27, 2009 01:08

"As good as I could possibly imagine my life getting, it did
after I met you
the way you reached inside my chest and pulled out things
and sent them off and breaths blew.
And as good as it got, with all the layers peeling off,
and though I writhed,
I could not upset you.
With your hand down my throat, you held on to my heart
and pumped blood through.

And then "It's time to go." you said,
"It's time to go out you little gray goose.
Get out from under my wing." you said,
"You swan, go on. Get out. You're turned loose."

Oh! so it's over
Oh! so "we" died
Oh! so your hand on my heart pumping blood went limp
and Oh! I flied
Oh swan inside."
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I usually have a thing against poetry and that business... But this is just too beautiful to me. :}

In other news: Over the past few days I've been considering selling sets of limited edition prints of my works (since I always flake on actually doing commissions, this is less stressful for me to make available). I already have the packaging planned out on (3 full sheets of) paper, I just need to find time to hunt down the pieces. Once school, work, and my attention span can play nice together to allow me more time, I'll be able to survey, select, and price the product packaging I'd like to use to accomplish all this and start working on nicer things to distribute.
...Maybe.
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