FORWARD STEPS BACK

© 1990-2007 otica
He comes in and moves with the warm summer breeze.
He smiles but does not speak.
His presence is made known without warning.
He is timid, but knows what he wants.
He can spook; he is a spirit.

She places a few toes forward then steps them back;
Behind her heal is where she likes to hide
She notices his fluctuations move about his face
She seems to take this with surprise he seems pleased but why
She has denied him so many times not a rejection
She has and eye on another her prey has been matched

She no longer has a prey and he no longer wears a smile
A bundle of filler has been placed on her toes she can no longer dance
A bundle of resentment has been placed on his movement

No longer than a warm summer breeze can last
The three have traveled the xyz over a convex so vast
A three journeyed kismet will never last

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OASIS THROUGH A HOLE

© 1990-2007 otica

Floatacious movements... . .in what state of mind, body
The over anxious masses are sucked through their aggressive pores.

Fright seen through a black hole; a pupils' struggle for form

The desperate attacks made by squeamish hairs... . .
An attaempt to create a mass
Never to witness the anxious mass again
Buy the black hole's obscene truth of color

Forms of life eminent in flickers,
shake and disperse to refuge
a warm light they hope to discover

In this unknowledgeable black hole,
Metamorphosis of liquids ragingly enter
Tempermentally one-by-one

Spent rather foolishly but not without knowledge
They stand against a concrete mass
To seek refuge
As to become transform Lamoure to morph
A camoflage of degree
A rank to the La commandant
Acts into a swarm of flies preparing to take feed
Among the mother-like form

Rein act
Reassure

Transposed through discouragement
Thus, dense with courage

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CLOSED SOUL OPEN i

© 1990 - 2007 otica


Closed Soul Open sole
We are sleeping Our i is not shut

Confusion seeps through the cracks of the adjoining rooms.
The thickness of aggravation chokes us in our seats. Stiff in position

Others do not want to be separate
Secrecy may suceed this plan

Friends sap
Sour thoughts overtake our mind
People do / not give knocking at our door + closure of souls

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CONFESSION

© 1990 - 2007 otica


shall I allow myself to spill the peas I own?
shall I confess others actions?
to one who is not aware

or is it visible realize I am wanted
and not to discard his thrusting eyes

he is extremely punctual with his actions
if I pursue will I regret ?

happiness a chance

do I know myslef well enough
I will guard my eggs like a cold blooded animal
Guards her own

Yes, I will be a confessor.
Can I remember being a vestibule?
What shall I say?
A test
Ownership of their truth

Choice
We will enthrall ourselves a beautiful unit

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LOSING MY MOTIVATION

© 1990-2007 otica

I walk in one direction,
but I do not know where my destination lies.
I feel an abrupt current begin
to sever my body into two.
A struggle takes place
to remain a solid mass
I begin to float
It is dark and empty here,
but where exactly is here?

There is no here, there, or anywhere.
Not a single noise
Not a single movement
Not a motion made about body

Look about!
A search for connections passages of time cylinders within space
Not one coaxial I am unsuccessful
I shout for resolution
"Where are you? Where is the one who will resolve my problem?"

My problem is motivation, which has swallowed me whole.
I must have remained a tasteful morsel,
for I have been in a.void.dance from the truth.
I am at fault. My enemy of mind. My friend of truth.

Silhouettes form in a distance. Figures Faces
I remember them well.
I proceed with caution.
I am the source for which they exist.
I have this state of mind

A light moves with me
Light = I (one)
Shadow = II (two) from which I reflect
I (one) a provider of site
II (two) from where I came
Light to help me see shadow to refract my weightless body
An attempt to fly a given hope from where ? I cannot say
I (one) resolution is temporarily fulfilled
Figures Faces
The resolution one day answered toward Mind a state of embrace

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Nana Haha

© 1990-2007 otica

I woke to find I have no voice
Upon a gloom_side day in Glenside

Then my Nana said...
"Your Nana Haha use to say-
'If there is enough blue
in the sky
to make a pair of men's trousers,
the sky is gonna clear.'"

When we see the sun together, my voice will return.

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BLINK

© 1990-2007 otica

SHIFT::n::VEX
TO A MELODRAMA FLOOR
WHERE A BODY CAN TAKE NO MORE
(and) I SHUTTER (&) I WONDER Y
I MUTTER WITH A SHUTTER

Revamp rethink relax (receive)
::N::BLINK


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