let my heart explode in that direction,
slice away my thousand-wings
so i may freefall to that location.

it is this mnemonicmoment that i seize.
lay me down in those green pastures.

forget Saturn's glorius rings for now,
we have much art to enrich on Earth.

give birth again to the story,
in all our splendid, instantaneous glory...

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02/05/2003

Posted on 02/06/2003
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