Tuesday, 12 April 2011

pointofspecificity: ([Arthur & Eames] B & W)
With [livejournal.com profile] eamesofdreams



Move him into the sun -
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.

Think how it wakes the seeds -
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs so dear-achieved, are sides
Full-nerved, - still warm, - too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
- O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?


Futility!Verse )
pointofspecificity: ([Arthur] Gentle)
With [livejournal.com profile] agreat_thief



Two worlds collide
Who will be left alive
No place to hide
There's no place to hide
When two worlds collide


Superception!Verse )

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