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Mar. 2nd, 2007 12:56 amUnbelief turned true,
made real, made flesh, before me;
as gawky and as human as a God could possibly be -
- here, in this grit,
this audience of Other,
this two-toned concrete night of noise;
weary saint of hidden light and husky whispers,
right
in front of me
with slight, sloped shoulders.
made real, made flesh, before me;
as gawky and as human as a God could possibly be -
- here, in this grit,
this audience of Other,
this two-toned concrete night of noise;
weary saint of hidden light and husky whispers,
right
in front of me
with slight, sloped shoulders.
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Date: 2007-03-02 10:56 am (UTC)I am so . . .blissful . . . for you right now.
This is why I can close to never watch anything Rick Springfield. It is almost agony to see him there and not BE with him. To not be able immediately to talk to him and tell him all that needs to be said. To not hold him until time is erased and nothing in the world exists but him and me. I come away from the videos with more restless aching than satisfaction. And it lingers . . .
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Date: 2007-03-02 03:50 pm (UTC)Dood. It makes me teary.
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Date: 2007-03-03 04:09 am (UTC)