Sun lurching down the street with gray opaqueness Coldly gently inexorably Time elapsing, People eclipsing Overcast with overcoat Heading as usual, we were along with solitude The lightest lightness The brightest brightness The darkest darkness So the World acclaims and keels down to The indubitably visible The physically capable Head and Tail and Black and White lost the twilight zone So we greet the knowable, chant the sayable, Babble and gabble the estimable And the thing in between blurring bleeding bellowing and the things in between left unseen with civil deliberateness and the things in between left unseen with lovely lovely tenderness under sacred patronages in the necropolis where the Dead remains the Angel dreads the Man not dares Yet the thing I remembered The being I kissed The shadow I embraced The phantom I made love to The life I lived The death I died Yet the thing I remembered The silhouette of mine Where the great grayness lied Yet the thing I remembered The thing they dislike The thing dispossessed from solemn consciousness The thing they deny And the thing I remembered and run away from The thing I held and turned myself into sometimes The thing imprinted in our unawareness The thing by which I have been haunted The thing in its hollow concreteness Such a thing A Goodman never has never do never dream of A thing outcast even in the most marginal A thing never exists in the souls of all fathers and mothers and brothers and sisters As they all believe The concepts are clearly defined and categorized As mutually exclusive as the house of God vs. the land of Ghost The thing I remembered The thing they disremember The thing in between ---JL 2005/4/6 -- http://blog.yam.com/sirenecho/ Nothing less, nothing more. --

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