December 2008
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did the night find you?
Did the night find you. Was it looking. Was it looking for you, or for me, and could a night end. Might it last forever, long past the calendar year’s last grace, long past death or dying, long past…
But it could not be past me.
Could not be past you. Dread monster who rules all of night and daylight and dream, never send emptiness.
Never send that twisted mirror that shows my face...
A flower imperfectly inked into the breathing spaces of a sheet of paper - an ecru page; it lacks the harshness & impurity of white. Petals leering at odd angles: no center of energy drawn up into the view and held; no place for focus: even the ramshackle curls and edges lack that distinguishing mark of necessary; even in its imperfectness it lacks a power to suggest or to define.