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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Like a piece of ground where bombs go off repeatedly, my inner landscape is perpetually marked by these explosions of sorrow, made all the worse by the lack of a listening ear, a warm open heart or an outstrerched hand. I have constructed a map but it's incomplete,by its nature; so even now,I might stumble into an old hole or a new one,created by reverberations underground; the noise like distant music, a constant drumbeat. We do not dance I might call it the Liturgy of Loss, a dance to the music of rhyme; Patterns abd shapes hold the feelings and express them.The shape of these forms is a container for the grief. In this way,I indicate that life will go on;I hear the healing music and sing to its melodies like a mermaid on the edge of the sea in winter when the water is cold and green like his eyes, and the rocks are hard like large fists. Nature can be a s ymbol for such emotion we cannot walk without a tear in ech eye and a softening of our hearts as tenderly we touch the world and are touched in turn by each other. Stretch out your hand to meet mine. We can hold each other better than each can hold theirself. Like in sex, the meaning is not the climax but the giving and being given; receiving and being received. The sacredness of the erotic needs no explanation to a gardener or a fisherman but may need it for the information saturated,postmodern who dwell in the fascist virtual reality we call life on earth today
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