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Sunday, May 14, 2006


yeah, i'm still alive
It might surprise anyone who reads this that I still live and breathe. Well, not so much breathe, but I'm pretty sure that this state I'm in is considered living by most. And to mark the fact that I dug myself out of my grave; okay, no I'm still in my grave, but that's neither here nor there. Okay, enough ranting, I've got a Dickinson poem to share. Enjoy.
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Because that you are going
And never coming back
And I, however absolute,
May overlook your Track-

Because that Death is final,
However first it be,
This instant be suspended
Above Mortality-

Significance that each has lived
The other to detect
Discovery not God himself
Could now annihilate

Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you, who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live-

The "Life that is" will then have been
A thing I never knew-
As Paradise fictitous
Until the Realm of you-

The "Life that is to be," to me-
A Residence too plain
Unless in my Redeemer's Face
I recognize your own-

Of Immortality who doubts
He may exchange with me
Curtailed by your obscuring Face
Of everything but He-

Of Heaven and Hell I also yield
The Right to reprehend
To whoso would commute this Face
For his less priceless Friend.

If "God is Love" as he admits
We think that he must be
Because he is a "jealous God"
He tells us certainly

If "All is possible with" him
As he besides concedes
He will refund us finally
Our confiscated Gods-

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Well, folks, that my offer to you. Holla if you feel like it. Maybe someday soon I'll pick up a pencil and add to my fanart. Until then, go read some Dickinson. She is cool. And root for the Spurs to win the NBA championship. Yeah, that's all. Be easy.

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