Monday, March 22, 2010


beneath the lamppost the thought lingered, curled, looped, moved with the light even as the light began to fall, descend into the deep, cold, familiar dark , now my theatre. it follows me, down the street—now my shadow— interspersing with my senses. flashes of happiness, drizzles of ecstasy, tremors of fear all run down as the winding road diverged and my thought travelled into the alley on the left.

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