Decision
It seems you had a lifetime to make the decision, not from a clutter of youthful options but now when the wine is ripe. The
March 29, 2012
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It seems you had a lifetime to make the decision, not from a clutter of youthful options but now when the wine is ripe. The
The point of balance, or rift between dark and light when illumination wins the struggle, dragging us from our inner cave into the dim lit
The stars don’t wince, retracting light from their dark surround. Rise and bring what burns to the day; against the emptiness deep and gnawing light
Part of me enjoys the dark, wet tangle that will not rise nor come in from the night, where the mystery of owl speaks to
Stark white paper and midnight ink, sun lit pale yellow plaster, big drop rain flowing rivulets in the street and your hair twirling in curves