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nobody@vox.com(MOONSILK) — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 03:52:19 -0600

~The Creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The Creative Mind plays with the objects it loves~

~The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: If there is any reaction, both are transformed... ~

... C.G. Jung

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nobody@vox.com(MOONSILK) — Mon, 24 Sep 2007 23:47:35 -0500

This is my body       nomad
body: spinning through space     spitting
out star dust into the night
Black night surrrounding
like a black plastic canopy
nomadic body   drifting upon open sea
the waves    directing me to distant shores
Where is this place called     HOME?

Bodies in exile   in no man's land    fleeing
                    OUTSIDER
          To crimes I wish not to own
I hold no allegiance          to call my own
There are mine: The whole world and the galaxies too
all the spaces    away from the core...along perimeters
I am a refugee                  violence betrays its comfort

In a time before death        when the future held its mystery
the possibility of catching stars was still a mystery
pots of gold at the ends of rainbows
paths of glory in reach--
one sunrise at a time                      closer
to the horizon               what lay beyond?               I was a dreamer
                                      This is my body
                                  In the circle of your arms
                              Here & now    in this resting place
                              Free territory                        violence never
                                            lived here
                              There's the sunrise in your eyes again        and
                               distant places                       in your touch

This is my journey            to excavate time                       to remember
                                       is to dig the dirt
dusting your bones                                                     a fragmented retelling
                             of this disbelief we name memory
I feel the residue of your body in my body                            Why?
I buried your bones

This is my story.... stories are often told through bodies
Residue seeping through the pores of my skin;
curling, burrowing
epithelium                     each                                layer by layer
Your body next to mine                    inside of me                      pressing
                              with your story
my limbs of weed and moss pulling you in                           and
                             pushing you away
Riding meteors throughout the night
~J Chaban~
First published in "Everyday was Yesterdays";
self-publication of affirmation and prose

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nobody@vox.com(MOONSILK) — Sun, 23 Sep 2007 17:50:34 -0500

=))..x!

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