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To: Rainy_Day_Woman who wrote (6379)	10/26/2000 12:46:19 AM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 13018

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace. ~Kate Chopin, the Awakening (1899) Inertia ~Richard Kenny Equinox again. I sit at rest, with whiskey, on the porch-- and nightfall, equal, opposite-- and ponder ostriches who, planted earthwise, feathered as this orchard is, have donned the planetary helmet, like a fishbowl, upside down. So dizzying. I wish I understood the calendar that turns me too, as blind, as blind-- what rest we keep relinquishing! Now apple trees are paper lanterns candled by the sun behind them. Winter, soon. They tear. Wind-torn, a few of them reveal the wick itself, before it dies. A few spent bees lift off the porch light, turn a dazed ecliptic down. They walk a little on the cold cement; by morning they'll have died, no doubt. By spring the lantern's light blown out may light anew, and trees will mend, as orchard comes to bloom again-- I skirt the bees on my way inside. I circle, too, you see; I'll ride the slight curve generated here out to the very end--to bed, where breath will fail to close the sphere of dark-to-light around my head-- Hush, hush, you'll say, the harsher laws of motion, love, can never govern our emotion. Loss by loss, love conserves-- its fine vernier is at your touch. I feel its solace settle here; your arms by turns encircle me, to stillness, nearly, for a moment, nightfall turbanned round and round...a vernal solstice at the soul. And then again the veer--