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Just Twilights and dusks cutting through the perennial night.
My Tabard is empty.
People all around: Laughing, crying, whining..
Swapping promiscuous encounters, tales of regret, singing swan songs stepping over bones in the dust…
My Tabard is empty.
The window complains… Leaning out I see the serpentine road in the moonlight – mocking, jeering
2 in the place of 29.
figure of eight – reef – hitch – figure of eight… Hurry
For Rainbows and Dungeons ( Jan 17,08 )
“Don’t forget to look down” I thought to myself. Suspended a hundred feet above the ground, walking on an industrial cable; looking down, I saw a myriad of faces and colors, all fading away.
Ever had claustrophobia in open space? All reason is against it. I guess that’s why I can so acutely perceive it.
Always there, like the coffee cup stain on my professor’s desk; always there – permanent; It was and is and shall be… Just like me, I realize… I was and am and shall be. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it. Just don’t get in the way… Excuse me 😉
Soulsez... 