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Posted by malthus on August 29, 2004, at 19:57:55
You used to be the hurricane, and I the tall
tower that defies its power.
you used to have to crash against yourself or knock me down…!
Not possible!You used to be the ocean, and I the upright
cliff that constantly waits for its seesaw.
You used to break against yourself or carry me off…!
Not possible!You handsome, I proud; accustomed to
one sweeping away, the other not giving up;
the narrow path, the inevitable clash…
Not possible!
Posted by Atticus on August 30, 2004, at 21:29:59
In reply to poem...Non-Axial, posted by malthus on August 29, 2004, at 19:57:55
Hi Malthus,
At some point, I hope, you'll put that telephone down again before punching those buttons and setting yourself up for more pain by calling Sean. His reaction after your third hospitalization was awful; it just strikes me as almost unspeakably cruel. Believe me, after six years of admonitions to move on, and finding myself completely unable to do so, I understand that logic has little to do with love. This poem conveys such a star-crossed, storm-tossed relationship. I've no doubt, as you said in another post, that it had its wonderful moments, but as portrayed here, his interactions with you seem to be corrosive and erosive -- a ceaseless emotional battering. I just hope that you eventually find a more peaceful place in yourself to reside. Atticus
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