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Jun 14, 2006 17:42

Reach back to a state of life that hasn't existed for fourteen years. My range of motion feels somehow limited as my mind wrestles the fact that it is indeed limitless.
Today's farewell is tomorrow's empty place setting. And the greeting in reverse is long, drawn out. I have to hollow out the shell before I can accept that there may be a replacement to this steadfast loyalty. Something else to fill this shell. Something else the same. Something new evolving from an expressive reality into the forming of what amounts to a new marriage sans vows. Without the specifically defined honeymoon.
One last look deeply into a lame foot and the support system therein, a facsimile of a lackluster expression, and deep folded green.
The last dance comes when the last dance comes. Be prepared and untrained. Lean lightly on the door, it swings wide, and suddenly.
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