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i know exactly what u mean about the sadness... how can one be happy in the world in complete absence of sadness? how can one measure the happy without the sad? impossible! the flowers in my garden do not grow down. they stretch in every direction of me as far as i can reach a brown earth really rich fertile-damp and - how can anybody know what i know - where my naked feet are in wavering and tentative prints and i trample the seeds - i try to stay until our ends meet and my heart is growing and love is blooming nothing i have met has prepared me for meeting all of you i would never have known what might have flown without you that draws my breath out of me but not as much as my life's breaths are sweet for knowing you your love is for me i know it seals me in a layer of stay in a bed of red roses and tiny thorns that prick the pricks in shortest sharpest thorn i could prune in prune purple fashion the sharpness to dull but it makes sense to me this way logic has a way of becoming my truth that i have to prove but i will not prove - my proof lies in you sealed in - away - but we shall stay the mistral finds me city sleeps sun pierced pupil of street we spoke of politics you said we have to stop speaking of this you are having an erection you and i spoke of religion i will lay with my head on your chest my hair moving as you breathe on it i draw circles around your nipples with my finger it is raining the walls are thick the wind is howling i smile in the dark like a fool i keep smiling even in the dark what is it like to bask in your eyes every year every month every day every morning every night every hour every minute every second through my flesh in 3d i do not know where to put my latest - somewhere i cannot see it somewhere i can nurse it and hide it somewhere it will fester and heal after a terrible time of slowly climbing over barbed wire fences in the bleeding sun with that familiar bleeding groin stinging and salty sanity going going going but no end no end in sight only fences melting and higher higher in an endless desert my eyes open through you fences melting melting away

zebras also represent awareness and self-protection. it is believed when an individual has an encounter with a zebra whether in waking life or through a dream, significant change is on the horizon and important information is ready to surface. zebra encounters can also signify the individual's need to be aware of their current situation and surroundings in order to make necessary changes. the zebra represents the dual aspects of ying and yang energies, sending the message that every aspect in life requires balance. zebras are always on guard and are keenly aware of their surroundings, ready to blend in with the scenery at a moment's notice in order to avoid confrontation with predators. zebras are unable to sleep unless another herd member is awake and standing guard. these aspects symbolize the human need for protection and partnership. zebras risk their lives on a daily basis in order to feed themselves and protect their young, serving as a reminder not to take anything for granted.

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i want to mention spike milligan's small dreams of a scorpion, from which i got the inspiration for one of the lines in this piece, from his poem there, called oberon. one of my favourite books ever, ever.