In the writing, the morning light has yet to shift:
I am sheathed in it
ablaze once more
back in the time before memory
tasting again that sweetness.
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16 hours ago
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Writing
In the writing, the morning light has yet to shift:
I am sheathed in it
ablaze once more
back in the time before memory
tasting again that sweetness.
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I like thinking about the time before memory. You stopped me with those words, and here I sit pondering their meaning.
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