"I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end...It amazed me that you felt that each time you write a story you gave away one of your dreams and you felt the poorer for it. But then you have not thought that this dream is planted in others, others begin to live it too, it is shared, it is the beginning of friendship and love."
May 23, 2008
ray
am not saintly
nor a satin wrapped gamine
unbolting shanks of life
roiled in calm, rued
moth-laden and dreamy
my prying eyes burn the pyre
figments in webs
lacerating and unholy
unimagined, unperturbed
streaks of darkness coil inside the light
large walls stand yellowed
warped in a joust
in times of memory dust rises and settles
the ground shone once, where light reclined
where faith once walked barefoot
now hustle of steps is lost in the bare silence
as faint light shines only to recede where the present
is collapsing to leave the touch of hand on the future
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