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Isn't There A Fanatic Somewhere In All Of Us?What is it with you people?
You, who stand with your heads above the mist,
you with your Easter Island faces,
turned to the here and now, outward looking.
And I, here I am, elsewhere.
I balance on my straw raft,
float toward the horizon,
sea brine seeping past my toes.
In my delirium
I seek fresh water in the depths
and see monochrome men,
the lingering smoke of cigarettes,
the watch inturned and the hands adept.
Somewhere I lie with my face downturned,
my hands downstretched, catching
currents that left the shore decades past.
I couldn't be happy in bobby socks
and outspread skirts. But.
But I will stand in the shadow by t
On Passing Her In The StreetToday we almost met.
You with your walnut heart,
your hatchet-blade face sharp-edged
Today I realised how deep and wide
is the void between atoms.
How each of us is an emptiness,
each a spinning solar system,
more vacuum than dust.
Today I saw how even if I shouted
loud across that crackling void,
my words would slip between electrons
and fall, useless and unheard.
We none of us are really here,
and if I prised or prized?
your walnut heart there would,
there would, be substance there
but nothing to my taste. Nothing
but gall to my tongue.
I think, instead, I will hold facts close.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More