Friday, May 2, 2014
Oblique Paths
From shuffled circadian rhythm, following oblique paths through my long night of isolated days. And awakened in the obverse of possibility, stumble into the myopic haze of the dream. A hand and foot tied fast, to the welcome ghost of consequence and freedom. Sunrise heart, stretched over the divide.
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