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Mar. 1st, 2007 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionThe old one said,
You will take to boat and sail for the island of dromedaries, which you will tame and sell and build a larger boat.
You will sail unto the island of cats and learn the great mewing, your plaints will earn you a fleet.
You will make with your fleet for the cities of the coasts of the tropical empires, and burn them and loot them their idols and learn of these art.
You will paint that impossible boat that goes under the ground, with intensity wedding your mind to your own conception, and fall to the heart.
You will walk the four circles and enter the inside and hear there that word that to hear is to say it.
You they will bear to the valley and there you will live on a stone in the stream and they will feed you of their fields and each third child shall be yours and your eyes will never close but on the sky.
So I shot him and lived in his villa that that might not be so, as 'twas hectic.
And paying his bills, gardening his garden, striving to settle disputes in his household of women, thoughts would come to me, pleasant, of what I was not doing.
I loved me how breezeful the miles were between me and there, all those seas and their islands.
Those things that I might have done made a nice line at the limits of washes of afternap thought.
You will take to boat and sail for the island of dromedaries, which you will tame and sell and build a larger boat.
You will sail unto the island of cats and learn the great mewing, your plaints will earn you a fleet.
You will make with your fleet for the cities of the coasts of the tropical empires, and burn them and loot them their idols and learn of these art.
You will paint that impossible boat that goes under the ground, with intensity wedding your mind to your own conception, and fall to the heart.
You will walk the four circles and enter the inside and hear there that word that to hear is to say it.
You they will bear to the valley and there you will live on a stone in the stream and they will feed you of their fields and each third child shall be yours and your eyes will never close but on the sky.
So I shot him and lived in his villa that that might not be so, as 'twas hectic.
And paying his bills, gardening his garden, striving to settle disputes in his household of women, thoughts would come to me, pleasant, of what I was not doing.
I loved me how breezeful the miles were between me and there, all those seas and their islands.
Those things that I might have done made a nice line at the limits of washes of afternap thought.
