VERNON WARING : is
PRASENJIT MAITI : you are
MICHAELA A. GABRIEL : Greek Morning
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VERNON WARING
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This water bead in never being, complete with confusions of cells, of unspecial wombs, whips in blood and phlegm, strikes a snaking cord, snaps taut in seconds. Escaping this route, shrieks explode inside a glass room... their sounds become a strange comedy of exhalation, laughter, occasional breakdowns... Before long, passion returns all this into a water bead drifting in a dim never being, losing to a bright, bitter is.
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you are there and you are not like the dizzy sorrows that are mine lining my shirt, frosting my drink as I walk across downtown where your smiles light up the stairs and my cigarettes endless like your days and ways that are my sorrows, my ins and outs because you are there and you are not
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MICHAELA A. GABRIEL
Greek Morning
I wake to find no moonlight on my body: she has not left a single silver thread. Not an ounce of cloud darkens the sky, the world is still at rest, not even the roosters have received their wake-up calls. Outside, my feet whisper to the grass, each syllable drowning in dew-drops that tickle my soles, cold as snow. The wind kisses sleepy flowers, the sea's a steel-blue dreamscape, drowsy and slow. I hold my breath for that one moment before Eos rises, patient and pink, and so beautiful that for a day I cannot bear the vulgar sun.
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VERNON WARING : is
PRASENJIT MAITI : you are
MICHAELA A. GABRIEL : Greek Morning

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