moon phases � |
Dreaming in ways that I don't find myself catching up with lately. I must do something about that or I shall be left behind.
Anchor, rancor, decorative dances. I am who I am even as I offend. To the end.
A stream flowing. The milky way above my head. Starlight, dead now, long passed in the night.
A path I find, in time to lead. I follow behind, my time in a line.
Head to tail.
Swallowed whole.
written at 9:20 p.m.
May 16, 2005
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