. . a n a d a 1 9 7 1 0 - 2 6 - 0 0 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Summore" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by X-tabai . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . futility life is my empty cupped hands&time is measured in teardrops on my chin saltpain stinging my heart gasping into open wounds bitter cleansing baptism i am dying piece by piece giving myself away to whoever will take me and in the end i will be a grinning hole in space free from accountability unable to think or care about whether or not i matter to someanybody unable to dream or desire or breathe or blink tears from my frayed away eyes Naturalism how many carefulslow& feverquick times have pen&paper tried to pin down nature like a fragilesoft butterfly.how many words sprung around sunrises or trees,brittle cages made to fail;for nature is beyond bars or boxes,steel shudders of poetic admiration or snares of prose.nature is unbounded simplicity&words are the muddy reflection of her slightest smile Will You to you i sing of cornflowerblue memory wispy strains of eyelashes brushing bare flesh fingertips folding into long-remembered wrinkles roads always taken by a solitary traveler i sing of yawning light, half-lidded dawn a strange species who splits into two pairs of limbs, albeit slowly even reluctantly, and lives as one in two parts (perhaps not so strange) i sing of a silence broken by shared smiles strands of breath holding careful wisdom, suspended by maybestrong hopes and spiderthin dreams my lips, my voice, my love will you sing with me? . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . anada 197 by X-tabai (c)2000 anada e'zine . . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .