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From: Terry Dartnall
Date: 10/3/03
Time: 7:31:54 PM
Remote Name: 132.234.9.96
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It’s the abstraction of pain into the word
And then the fear to speak
That changes the bowl of bright flowers
Into a misery - the room to a chamber –
And the hands of the lover into grasping hooks.
I beat myself with silence into silence.
Freedom is to speak. And I fear to form
What is air and may be made in a minute.