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THE AIR THAT BEARS NO BREATH by Bedros Afeyan Ah, but to find a strand in for the night Made with pains and glands to recover In search of a coiled fleshy rose--desire Camouflaged in pure abandonment's pyre. Ah, but for the gliding strength of fountain tops The magic hour, enchanted growls Disciplined dancers with a flying chalice Ears bleeding with pleas for more farce, more prowess. There will be time for surfing and downloading That a click will ultimately reverse There will be time for a whisper to end in a howl For the touch of uncertain perplexion so radiant Insincerity drips through it sans balance Plain canvas, blood marks drained of passion Promises disillusioned gently disown, discolor. 1-20-2004 Pleasanton, CA -- Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in English and also paints and sculpts. Samples of his work can be found on the web by clicking on his personal web pages at: http://188.8.131.52/