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jakob's ladder
brianuxo

Cold, cold... cold: I am sure that I have never been before, this very cold. As the impious snow consumes the vestal and righteous budding hearts of new flowers, so indeed it sacks my own red-hued and once vibrant vessel. And in this fashion, the ascension of the frost rapes the offspring of God-in-Heaven, and does so with an inkling of impending demise. So little after so much, but for my final time.
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This fate I hope to remand: quit yourself from me, Shiva! I would have once been fain to repose myself in a song for sirens, yet your berth of ice holds no harp's allure. Cast off from me as I cast eyes skyward, to risk a gape into the inky firmament above, and pray glimpse the players on-high. I see them -- but why do they bear fangs and make menace at me?
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They say to me: "If one by death is a-frightened / His grip then he must lighten / He will spy foul devils afoot / Whose goal be his life to duly uproot / Yet if one has made his peace / He grants himself sweet release / No more suffering from the dearth of dirt / Just a quick pull free from eternal Earth."
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My devils have become angels; I have heavenly hellions hot on my heels. I know full-well that my time is run up, and in turn it has ran me down.  I have nary one more corner to turn before they are upon me -- so now you may tear me apart, dark-winged cherubs; molest, mar, maim, murder. Shape, shine, save... SHIMMER.
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3 Dec 06


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well i liked it.
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comments? questions? concerns?
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asdf.
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not bad.
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no srsly. comments, folks? yeah. i'm just refreshing this in the list. shameless, nameless.
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