(Antipodes)



Dear,

You were laying
on the twilight glass.

My soul was rising
in the morning grass

I was a mention
of rapture's murmur

You were skittish
in a breathing tenure



Antipodes

I miss you.

09/01/2003

Author's Note: "And besides all this, between us and you A GREAT CHASM HAS BEEN FIXED, SO THAT THOSE WHO WANT TO GO FROM HERE TO YOU CANNOT, nor can anyone cross over from there to us." He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.' Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.' 'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.' He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, THEY WILL NOT BE CONVINCED EVEN IF SOMEONE RISES FROM THE DEAD." *Luke 16:26-31

Posted on 09/04/2003
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