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Fasten, fit closely, bind together.

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Peace in Our Time 

Fasten, fit closely, bind together.



And you can glance out the window for a moment.



Distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in the neighbor’s yard.



And you try to imagine the word on the screen





becoming a thing in the world,







taking all its meanings,











its sense of serenities and contentments out into the street somehow,







its whisper of reconciliation,



a word extending itself forever outward,



the tone of agreement or treaty,



the tone of repose,





the sense of mollifying silence,



the tone of hail and farewell,



a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object in drenching noon,



the argument of binding touch,



but it’s only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive –



a word that spreads longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bourns and orchids to the solitary hills.



PEACE.



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Posted by: billikenbluff / 12:21 PM
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