Portal![]() If it be true that every entrance shadows
somewhere an exit, then it be true that love is blind. The giving of ourselves up for the auction of emotions, the owned and owner mapping the future in the bliss of thier afterglow, penning them in, to the poetry of joint dreams, where, when they wake they salute the sun with knowing eyes but mislead minds. The love they have is the thawing and freezing of water in the crack of thier passion wall. I think of things that enter, and see how, despite lengh, love, taste, or desire, they always inevitably pass through- like a circus rolling into town, exciting, thrilling, pleasuring before rolling on. The act of love, the eating of food, the reward of work, all comings of a going. Last night as I lay like a lost dog denied of its owners love and trust I whimpered within- taking note of the clouds- an advancing arming storming forth leaving nothing but a simile of thought and an empty sky. - Entrance & Exit, by Vincent James Turner - Seen in Flickr Explore, 22 October 2007 Commentsspookyfoto says:
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spookyfoto says:
Fabulous
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