Thursday, October 18, 2007

wipe away the night in your eyes


woke up in a daze. a glaze. a superficial glossed over roundabout pretty nice day kind of luck. i wish i had a box full of sweaters. i feel cold from the inside out. i'll go sleuthing out a knitted retreat. later. today. although, by then, the sun will be parting the overcast sky and dancing about. pouring on my skin, like honey. a silver laced solvent. i wish my head would clear. that the numbers would add up. that my fuzzy ruffled heaving breath of lions, and dying leaves, would wink back knowingly. you know i miss you.

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