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- XineAnn is a person in a relationship from North By Northwest, Alaska, USA.
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Don't let love fool you;
It's not my first love.
Truth rocks my world,
from below and above.
~XineAnn
Thinking is more interesting than knowing,
but less interesting than looking. ~Goethe
For experience is the Soul's one and only nourishment ~James Hillman
Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point. ~Blaise Pascal
He who has lost his soul will be finding God anywhere, up above and down below, in here and out there, he will cling to every straw of love blown past his doorway as he stands waiting for a sign. ~James Hillman
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Come, my mad Crazy Jane
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and let me brush your long dark hair
you with the dying dog in your arms
but hold him, hold him til the end
and then a little longer
because life is what we have
and life after life is a promise
and life after death is a threat
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and tell me of your silent love
as you wait with an empty bowl
and the dog at your feet
and you don't know if the dog
is living or dying
and you don't know
if you are living or dying
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
and don't let your irreverent lover
kick your dog as he chants,
"Dog is God spelled backwards"
laughing at his own backwards wit
(the misanthropic attitude,
the existential platitude)
You laugh because anything
would be funny
and everything he says
is sacred when
you are waiting for a Word
Come, my mad Crazy Jane
priestess of animal love
let me brush your long dark hair
as you sob your goodbyes
to the warm love of the animal
and the cold love of the buffoon
Holy was your love
of the love made flesh
Holy are your tears for love
Holy is your long dark hair
~XineAnn
Woman Under Glass
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
like week-old flowers when
we don't change the water
when we leave the roses
roadside
as lifeless as the idea
of love
as the idea
I loved
the water is dank
and love smells bad
In the mirror,
I am a woman under glass
falling petals
love gone to seed
nothing grows in bad water
love gone to need
so faithful is my brother
so loyal are my friends
holy were the words I had
but the water is dank
and love just smells bad
~XineAnn
Still Life in White
If words are the key
and the door is locked
and you've lost your voice
and never knew the words
and love was the cart
but you never saw the horse
Then stop talking altogether
break it down with force,
never mind the mime uncouth,
shock the world,
stand in the light,
show me naked truth
show me white on white.
~XineAnn
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