My Darling Allotrope:

I find I am crumbling under the weight of memories. Your half-remembered face and knowing hands have ground me down into guesses and graphite. I shift and slide slickly through wind-blown images and echoes of fragile laughter.

You knew your own mind with a crystalline certainty that was diamond hard and sharply facetted. Was I ever really a part of the erratic orbit your moods and melancholy incised as we both tumbled forward through space?

My sweet fullerene…how complex you structured our life with your circular reasoning, tunnel vision and hollow promises. How could the bonds that linked our lives seemed so permanent?

And now your memory fades away (again) into clouds of carbon grey…elemental thing that you are.

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IONE L. (zaneygraylady) - 5/30/2007 3:06 PM ET

Too highbrow for me. This is the kind of stuff that seams to win awards though.

Marta J. (booksnob) - 5/31/2007 11:30 AM ET

Gorgeous! You are a master of the metaphor.

Tina H. (EclecticHSmom) - 6/3/2007 8:37 AM ET

I really like this! Beautiful imagery and metaphors, sharp-edged and painful.

katzpawz - 6/12/2007 11:50 AM ET

Thanks for this Paul. Buckminster Fuller would be proud! You made me smile today!

Paul H. (nessus19) - , - 6/12/2007 5:31 PM ET

FROM THE AUTHOR Alice: Thank you for the compliment and your keen knowledge of my source of inspiration for this entry. Now, let's see if I can conjure up a little prose on the topic of tensegrity structures! :)

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