disown me

for francizek

 

 

 

   you know the problem with mazurka's? they don't express enough tender love.

   priveledged dance of course; meaningful structure and the clearest judgement

   of sense-datum, I agree.but no pure exercise for the moons sensillum. no

   forgettable zig-zag of dreams that true love consecrates.

 

   not a skillful flower picked and displayed

   for your smile to unfold

   nor a renegade fern

   virtuous at your heels.

 

   with baud revolt,

   children passing in their

   columns of beige skirts,

   their shiney buckles

   turning to meaningful

   stones;

   dote visible the amore

   of noon.

   "my sorrow",

   captive of phantoms and

   love.

 

   If you do go away, there shall be no more tradgedy; nothing that, even with depravation,

   allows secrets to be removed.

   no rumor.

   no afferent ornaments

   of sad.

   and no unraveled forgery

   of still planets or the

   encyclical proclaim of

   Gods impermanent tune.

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[Emily B]

dancing is the nearest thing to flying i've ever known