<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387074" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Almost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beginning of light<br>wrapped in the warm wet darkness, <br>before time, or the concept<br>of being...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in each word we almost speak, <br>in each thought we almost form, <br>in each feeling we almost allow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">do you know me? <br>i danced the day you were born, <br>pulling stillness out of the falling rain.<br>my name is written in the<br>deepest cavern of your soul...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i sweep the steps of your temple<br>while you pray and offer sacrifices<br>from my body to yours! <br>from your body to the children! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in each word we almost speak, <br>in each thought we almost form, <br>in each feeling we almost allow...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now time waits for the fire<br>beneath the window...<br>waiting to devour and remove<br>the last vestige of having been...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the liquor of our loving shimmers<br>in the beginning of light...<br>in the radiance of the fallen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in each word we almost speak, <br>in every thought we almost form.<br>in every feeling we almost allow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387074" data-title="Almost de Eric Cockrell" data-description="the beginning of light wrapped in the warm wet darkness, before time, or the concept of being... in each word we almost speak, in each thought we almost form, in each feeling we almost allow... do you know me? i danced the day you were born,..."></div> </div> </div>

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