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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Word Quintet in C Major By Stark Hunter Open the door my friend, Climb on in, Join me here in this relentless caravan, This unstoppable, this incontrovertible, this inexorable movement, To the depths of the dry gulf. Join me here my friend, In this annihilating armada, This incontrovertible migration, This inexorable swarm To the watery crossroads of the dry places, To the liquid asphalt of insipid time! I stare at you from across the room here. I stare and gawk and hawk at you, And I feel the pelting rain of desire. You look good over there, sitting With beautiful gleaming crossed legs. “Sorry, beg your pardon, I say, but have we not met before? Did we not share beers on the Terrace of Tyre At sunset? Did we not tell each other stories, Old stories of love and betrayal and heartbreak? At sunset? Did we not look away from each other, When stories of new love suddenly emerged, As with a new sunrise?” My friend, there is no Escape from this throbbing hole, no Escape from this cold numbing wind, This whirlingly insane wind Of cold blasts of killing ice. And I ride here Ride like a sweating Sultan, Astride the mighty beast of Tyre! Perched high in rich raiment, I wave to the multitudes I send a salute to the throng! I ride shotgun here Ride nice and easy Like a tanning garçon on his off day, Like a sitting trog waiting wistfully, Waiting waiting for gams not intended for him. My friend, the world turns and turns, It turns today and tomorrow, It will turn as the river turns in spring, It will turn as a woman’s heart turns, When eyes that once stared ahead, now look away. It will turn my friends because it has to! Riding, Riding, Riding…. Downhill now! The insane wind Assaults me. Harasses me. Accosts me. It presses its loose lips upon my face, It seeks the mad blood of passion! “Let us calm ourselves Reassure ourselves That all is right and as planned. Let us all look at one another! Let us all nod in agreement! The days ahead will manifest themselves, Transfigure themselves, As blooms upon the water lilies.
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