Zadown Posted October 28, 2001 Report Posted October 28, 2001 the apartment is full of us me one by one they laugh at each other walk away from the border of brilliance seek the thing which is beyond it with striped eyes groping hands legs wooden heads full of pictures the steel one most solid of all calls them one by one with their splintered names and they bend like bubbles let their faces be illuminated a moment in the last begging vision vanish back to possibilities without a fight but there are a lot of us one writes and metal locks the fingers second dances to the mirror until iron stiffens the legs fourth cuts himself disfigured only to have his scissors rebound from the hardness it doesn't let us go no no even when we suffocate it in laughter
Peredhil Posted June 2, 2003 Report Posted June 2, 2003 When I read this, I think of the Dreamer and all the persona who fragmented from him. I think I should start searching for your writings where in you started destroying the fragments. Were they no longer emotionally necessary, and therefore discarded?
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