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February 4, 2005

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.



comment 2/4/05: hrm, reading this over, i think i left some gaps in here¡­. but eh, i¡¯ll fill ¡®em in later¡­. sometime¡­. mebbe 😛 hah 😛





Climbing the Gates to the Temple of Heaven




It was like Arlington Cemetery.

 {Dignified with a certain grace,

But solemn with grave intention,

And overall¡­



with air to breathe,

   that i just didn¡¯t think could be polluted

        by the cars that i couldn¡¯t hear pass by, just fifty feet outside¡­




And I fell in love.



[Is it possible to fall in love with a place?





                                    I think it is.)}



                                                                                                It reminded me of a place

                                                                                                    where I¡¯d lived

                                                                                                                        in warmth

                                                                                                                        and comfort

                                                                                                                and abiding content


                                                Gingko  leaves¡­

                                        lining the entryway¡­



                                                            turned a golden yellow

                                                               with the fall¡­


                   reminding me

                                    of standing

                                    on a hill

                                                hands upturned


                                                            eyes turned skyward


                                                                                    waiting for the blaring sunlight

                                                                             between the leaves

                                                                        to flutter with the chilly

                                                                                                Northern winds


                                                   and run¡­¡­


                                                                 {hands outstretched}




                                                                        after a wish.




                                                                                                            But the shrine to



                                                                                                                  in the geometric




                                                                                    could never



                                                      to the sunlight in my eyes

                                                            as i watched¡­


                                                                        climbing the Gates to the Temple of Heaven.




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