I dug out my journals from when I was in high school and will be re-working the poems into ... something. I'm calling this project 'Remember'.
I will post both the original and the new edit. Original first!
Untitiled (May 27 1998)
The puddles shimmer with the skins of soil. The floating edges of night. The skins of crab-starred beings light the endless night. The fireflies fall gently like fireworks sparks. Can I see the night life of the unopened door. Crack the lock.
The edit!
Night
The lock of night - the closing in of our vision - we are helpless in the dark but stumble forth to bury ourselves in wet soil -
Out here in that darkness - beyond ourselves - the skin of the earth cracks open and the boundaries between this and that soften - it rains -
After the storm the puddles begin to settle - stars reflected look like crabs tracing their way to the ocean - the sparks of distant fireworks become lightening bugs they dance -
The edit!
Night
The lock of night - the closing in of our vision - we are helpless in the dark but stumble forth to bury ourselves in wet soil -
Out here in that darkness - beyond ourselves - the skin of the earth cracks open and the boundaries between this and that soften - it rains -
After the storm the puddles begin to settle - stars reflected look like crabs tracing their way to the ocean - the sparks of distant fireworks become lightening bugs they dance -
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