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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Stumble across the threshold of memory into places I’ve known or unseen and only relived in deepest dreams… Clutching the candle of revelation high, its silken wax flowing the flame, it dances bright into the dark corners of self, the dark corners of mind… Into the gossamer webs of thought that covered all things, best left alone and unseen by light, touch not objects covered in history… Tapestries are woven in sharp twine, unopened, unloved, and kept unknown, posing the question in voids crowded rooms, where objects of misery languish in the gloom…. Things in perpetual motion like echos turn, something poised to haunt, the light will not fall far....far from eyes glinting secret creations vision… For ages lost and forgotten driven in rages, stumbles the thoughts of ambient wonders, crumbles the moments of feeling, bruised hearts used as tattered cloth's, falling … Falling into the light, not upon each object, a blur of things seen in moments described by firelight, focus not, in the eyes but the lenses reflect… Touch, not the dry objects, let the dust fly, the rust of ages catches the image and dances in the flicker of the flame of revelation… Stumbling across the threshold of time, my only memory is wandering into your inner past, as images frozen in the frame, caught like photographs… Raw like winter's sky, the coldest darkest embrace, hold back the revelations of candles flame, sharp as images of you at the threshold of my memory…
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