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Iíd wait for real things
More time than I have,
But to get me waiting for hints
Is cruel.

Iíll cut waiting
With one cruel question,
Sharp as a scalpel
Going through my eye,
As if this surgeon, myself,
Tries to see
If we can survive
In it together,
Or if he needs to take out
The loose ends
And build a new image
For my eyes to see
And understand.

Should this cruel question
Get a cruel answer,
Iíll survive.

Should this cruel question
Get the good answer,
Iíll live.

9 may 2006

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The following comments are for "The Cut"
by Thea

"We judge ourselves with the severity of a storm, yet our minds are fragile, our bodies weak. All that holds us firm is love."

Sometimes we find ourselves on a crossroad, on a verge of reckless action because of tension. tension caused by that which we do not understand and in fact, the immediate result is building more tension.
I like the feel of this piece, not fluid, very tensioned, tough like a piece of leather cooked on a grill.

I hope you live.

( Posted by: Siah [Member] On: May 12, 2006 )

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