World thrown off kilter, tossed aside by the hand of the angel
Faced with the yawning gulf, the possibility of infinity, or an infinitesimal future
Ruptured time strew across the room to collect in pools under the furniture
“How many minutes before they get here?” she asked
As dire need floated on air and tension played havoc amongst the flowers
Yet, “Time is of no consequence.” So observed the grain of salt, sitting unnoticed, left behind where even the broom could not find it
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Packed Identity
they came one day and
packed my life away
took it somewhere I did not see
somewhere I could never be
now I can do naught be sigh and
always wonder, who am I?
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
rainshine continued
Now there are puddles dripping over the sidewalk like little rivers and the steam of evaporating raindrops rising from the road. Bright sun and Thunder. I love storms.
Monday, July 20, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Slow down waiting
When time slows down late at night, I wonder why? Where is it all going? And why does it take me ten minutes to write one sentence? It's like the darkness stole the seconds away, let them slip unnoticed into the void while I waited for something to happen.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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