middlefield breaking plastic straws The middlefield is calling from Edens' den. It is neither loud nor strong but Glistening marks its' woeful trail. It has eaten noiseless insults and Can never be advanced along the Metal clasp again; until vanity. Long strings have knotted, disregarding Time until its' return to exile. Harbouring the past, judgements Have melted words long due but as Yet unbidden. Can you hear its' power song, full of Welcome and blank paper? Despair if not, because its' ages are Infinite and flesh tires all too soon. Someday unravelment will come to stay And the bleeding will close And the middlefield will welcome The knock of the shaded door. my fingers breath for you all 031010 ... Lemon_Soda it was here they sent him. No point or purpose. Just a need to get rid of the annoying little mind. No real reason to be out witht the dandelions he thought. The ball never comes HERE. 031010 ... Doar i've found a lost blathe! *thanks blather* 050725 ... Doar by that I mean I was "breaking plastic straws". Thanks LS for contributing 050806 what's it to you? who go blather from