Balancing Act
movingfinger
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He walked at once upon painted glass
and painted flesh anointed.
Fulcrum's pitch and amplitude
found depth in her waiting.
"Please drink from this cup,"
before it falls
and shatters from tonal rage
into bits upon
the graph of a wave.
"You shaved today,"
she says, sliding
from behind a page
in the book,
lips parting against
reality's tongue.
Shrieks and whispers
share equal space
spread amidst
love's extremities.
and painted flesh anointed.
Fulcrum's pitch and amplitude
found depth in her waiting.
"Please drink from this cup,"
before it falls
and shatters from tonal rage
into bits upon
the graph of a wave.
"You shaved today,"
she says, sliding
from behind a page
in the book,
lips parting against
reality's tongue.
Shrieks and whispers
share equal space
spread amidst
love's extremities.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
-- Omar Khayyam
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