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Selena M Punt |
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Dream of a time when all your senses were open and receptive, when life itself spilled from your very pores. In that time we all existed free from the ties that bind us to this physical prison we call living. No breathe is without labor, no movement gracefull. Our very thoughts are forced and unfocused. Can you take me back to the time before, the time when we were bound as one. Can you show me the path that leads to our foundations, without which we are all floating into open oblivion... |
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There is a temperate silence that surrounds all facets of granduer and imagination. It fills voids so large, universes could thrive in its expanse and yet is as imperceptible to the five senses as oxygen. Within this silence idea and thought are born and sound their first wail of invention. This birthing occurs without premeditation or intention. It is as miraculous and spontaneous as an atom spliting, so small and insignifigant at first, but cataclysmic and mindshattering in the instant after its initiation. Silence...the absense of sound; silence lives, it changes, evolves and grows. However, even such a powerful entity is erradicated with the slightest whisper or inhalation. How strange, the most powerful creations in life are but a breath from extinction. |
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Hands:
These are my tools
Created in divinity
Decayed in humanity
Rough terrain forged
In cellular softness
Life sketched and emblazoned
These are my weapons
Used in battle after battle
Both valiant and shamefull
These are my gifts
Divinity's creation
These are your home
Your love's extension
If you only knew
That velveteen youth transforms
And becomes aged confinement
These are my offerings
Full of compassion and empathy
Poised forever for your need
Sensation initiated and received
In uncontrollable release
Seeing what my eyes can not
These are my gifts
Divinity's creation
These are your home
Your love's extension |
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