Monday, October 07, 2002

"..was formless and empty,
darkness was over
the surface of the deep.."

..and there was warmth
..and it was seperated
from chill
..call the warmth "love"
and name the chill
"emptiness"
and there was misery,
as there was joy -

"..that there be effects
between the hollow expanses
to ward out the cold.."

..made the effects and
sliced
the chill from outside
and gave cover, to the
warmthwithin. and it
was so.
..call the effect
.."touch"..
and there was misery
as there was joy -

"..so that the space
between
be filled by things
intangible, that
another
may be felt from far away.."

..and "words" found
their way into being,
as did "longing" fill
the void, so left behind.

.."then..let the words grow:
that it's collectiveness may
bring links between
..longing..space,
and make distance, seperation,
more bearable."
Phrase and Letter establised
links between one warmth
and another, and another
and another.
and there was misery,
as there was joy -

"..that things may be carried.
longing, emotion, desire
that mark these touches and words,
and serve as incidences of
love and chill.."

..and love and chill
were accompanied
by fellowship and tenderness
that would uplift and support
in times of excess and need
that one
would never, ever be alone.
and there was misery,
as there was joy -

"..as there be intimacy
as the scores of the seas
that would be enough
to build wonders
upon
wonders.."

..so love grew beyond
anything ever known to be
magnificent, iron-strong
bonds forged by hammers
of will.
distance, never being
a failibility.
that anything could
be overcome, by the
sheer strength of "to
-gether"
and there was misery,
as there was joy -

"..that there be blood bond.
the gift, uncomparable,
beyond the greatest of touches
a blessing to the
inseperable of-links,
transcending-beyond-words
-touch-desire-fellowship
-intimacy-
'the most shining gift of love'.."

and there was misery,
as there was joy -

..so then, there was bliss..

"..and..then..ther..e..w..as.. ... "

doubt.

and there was misery,

as there was joy -
that someday it would all be over.
that we could start all over again
that if we were bought
by blood,
by that blood we would rise again.
~philistine .38

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