Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Much Will Be Lost

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Nausicaa 342

Languid fate, your mortal girl veined with regret
Pronounces the exquisite distance
Her eyes better fingers wear the right and beautiful day
They have already lent whatever meaning left to them
Drawn from tired wax you tell the lie of the world
You part time and keep jewels as your only companions
And design this fragile, graceful purity, tapering away from
From our strange yearning
Much is true inside this deliberate tendency to love.

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