constantly February 7, 2004
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At stake. The whole life is
at stake.
Elegantly we create the passage
breezing passed the void
and
inside some apples there are
babies.
You know, babies
that laugh
I see this candle
after the show that
flies from seat to seat.
Now,
I had to fill this tree
with myriads of tiny
mirrors.
from Endymion… February 3, 2004
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This said, he rose, faint-smiling like a star
Through autumn mists, and took Peona’s hand :
They stept into the boat, and launch’d from land
a small excerpt
from John Keats’ “Endymion”Â
patience February 2, 2004
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when it drops
it’s only a tear,
then a lake.
it coagulates into an island.
a continent and then
covers the earth
patience.

