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wolven7Rasputina - [Thimble Island]--- I think you, in language, feeling the ebb and flow of your symbol system, and the lines you move, around me. Life like a sunset, describing, in perfect detail, the exact placement of the bird which sings down today. Hands that mean Existence, spinning lives, and forming creation. (Rasputina - [State Fair]). Entire universes spring to life, under your touch.
Your lips, so cliche, like cool streams, like dark, warm walls. Home, the taste of you, there, inimitable. Eyes that burn with the purest spark of the 0/1 negative affirmation, and i realise, again, Why. (Rasputina - [Brand New Key]).
I wonder, today, tonight, forever, and i hope that, one day, i'll find the way to read you in Braille. Nothing to do but touch you, and experience, and know the ridges and raised letters of your meanings. The way that no sound or sight could ever convey, totally... That i can hear you, read you, feel you, know you. That i'm there as the language develops itself.
That "We" is forever in the lexicon.
Your lips, so cliche, like cool streams, like dark, warm walls. Home, the taste of you, there, inimitable. Eyes that burn with the purest spark of the 0/1 negative affirmation, and i realise, again, Why. (Rasputina - [Brand New Key]).
I wonder, today, tonight, forever, and i hope that, one day, i'll find the way to read you in Braille. Nothing to do but touch you, and experience, and know the ridges and raised letters of your meanings. The way that no sound or sight could ever convey, totally... That i can hear you, read you, feel you, know you. That i'm there as the language develops itself.
That "We" is forever in the lexicon.
