She suddenly gives up that which, throughout the drama, has been the immovable basis of her action - the universal and unqualified validity of the divine law. She pains for the gods. All for reverence.

He saw things so much clearer in the rearview mirror that he decided just to turn the fuck around to evaluate the collusion between illusion and vision with his own eyes. What he saw surprised him.

Sleep. Tonight. And dream. Like reading. The lines of your hand. Become tree branches. Reaching out. To catch the light. In the dark. As you sleep. And dream. Please. Visit me. In that tree. So high. In the wind we shake. Fear the bough might break. Take my hand. My innocence. And let us sleep.

There is a formula, maybe from the Greeks, later perfected in the Middle East, I sincerely don't know, but there is a way to measure curves. A layer of human construct over the naturally occurring perfection of our world. Sweeping, swerving lines of you arouse my curiosity. Could I measure you?

Everything that has ever happened has happened so that we could be here right now, together so far apart, connected wirelessly electronically, in space and time and timelessness, empty vessels crossing paths, pausing, reaching out, a finger to touch, a hand to hold, a longing wish to turn you on.

Floodlight dreams go drifting past
All the lives we could've had
Distant loves floating above
Close these eyes, they've seen enough
- Eddie Vedder

C'mon. Take my hand. We'll dance to the end.

AND managed to post this message. You are amazing. Take tomorrow off.

Me, too.

Good poem. Thanks.

Swallowed up by the sound
Cutting holes in the clouds
Finds herself in the song Hears her own voice rising
You can be loved by everyone
And still not feel, not feel love
You can relate, but still can't stop
Or conquer the fear you are what you're not. - PJ
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