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Grant Wolfe  
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The light is on upstairs.

The light is on upstairs.  Nothing moves in the house,  but the shadows lift their feet  like comfortable lovers.  There are stairs that lead up to an empty hallway,  the carpet is stained with  memories and  particles of dirty feet long since travelled away.  The air I breathe is  like the belly of a ghost  who sleeps in the  hollow atmosphere,  and we all try not to wake him  in the silence of the night.  My scarf wraps tight around my arms,  and I am like a mummy,  forever gaping about my tomb.   
The light is on upstairs.  This is the night I &n

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obsessive accomplishmentsI'm going where the dead never rise  at three in the morning  and polish their shoes with the night's silk,  where the dead things never  take a break from sunny days, always  hiding in the blue sky singing about the biodome.   
I am going where the last dog sleeps  cradled somewhere in the earth, the bravest dog of a century of dogs,  who'll lick my feet and watch me as I  carry the weight of seven horses; plan my match.   
I am seeing all the white faces that I knew I shouldn't. I am  cleaning all the wires that may  lead to your bedchamber, and stuffing them with  b obsessive accomplishments
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Like forty nightsLike forty nights on the cusp of the sun's evanescent love,    everything is      sinking,  and when we touch our eyes with the dew    of morning past    and dreaming anger    and pulled hopes    and  speechless lullabies and  creaking thunder that claps on our air with breath as old as dying    and when we wake up to find only      thoughts that never thought worth leaving,  then we know that we are breathing. Like forty nights
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The HandbasketThis is the land of plenty!  No, plenty more,  or is it plenty full? Or is this the land of  leaving everything behind,  and scraping up the wind to let the  shallow times fill your handbasket.   
This is the land where I once walked  across the devil's desert hands, scraped and  lined with the fieldhands trudging through the  sour days - bitter memories and sleeping tongues,  licking at the dream of ice and cool things,  always thinking back about the  time it took to  wake -  and I am never missing a step in line, always  keeping up the pace, always  dreami The Handbasket
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and on she goes bedgraggled...She loves the way the    time leaves her back  thin and licking at the wind,  and how her hand is just  wide enough to    fit beneath the iron stove to find the  crumbled pieces of    yesterday.   
She loves the way the    black night sings like  candles always running out,  sleep and wax tables. and on she goes bedgraggled...
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  • Current Age: 20
  • Current Residence: Virginia
  • Favourite poet or writer: Marquez, Fuentes, Woolf, Pamuk, Dickens

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~BasSnowbrdr:iconBasSnowbrdr: Mar 24, 2008, 3:23:16 PM
wow. grant. you're awesome.
!changirluvusweety:iconchangirluvusweety: Mar 22, 2008, 10:45:57 PM
hey... welcome... thx for adding me to ur friends... very apreciated

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~parentheses:iconparentheses: Mar 22, 2008, 10:30:40 PM
Hey, welcome to dA! :) Very impressive gallery already. I've added you to my watchlist, look forward to seeing more.
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